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And more importantly, why?

Did he want Arctook to Claim me?

Was last night just a game to him?

Kuana’s face was inscrutable, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions, but his stoic nature kept them hidden from the world.

Noticing my puzzled look, he reached out to Arctook, pulling him slightly to the side.

I strained my ears, trying to eavesdrop on their whispered conversation, but their voices were barely audible.

What I could discern, however, was Arctook’s ashen complexion as Kuana’s words reached him.

He glanced at me, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and sudden understanding.

His next words came out choked, barely louder than a whisper. “Are you sure?”

Kuana responded with a solemn nod, his face etched with seriousness, the weight of whatever he had shared clearly affecting both of them.

Arctook took a moment to absorb the information, before turning to me, his voice shaky. “Uh, Violet. I’m… truly sorry, but… something’s come up. I’m afraid our plans… must change.”

Before I could question what had transpired between the two, Kuana stepped in. “I’ll take Violet back to the Prize Pool. You should celebrate your victory, Arctook. You’ve earned it.”

Arctook hesitated for a split second, then nodded slowly, a look of gratitude passing over his face. “Thank you, Kuana.”

Without another word, he turned and quickly disappeared into the labyrinth of prison corridors.

As his footsteps faded, I turned to Kuana, questions swirling in my mind. “What was that about?” I pressed, searching his face for answers.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Kuana, with his tall, imposing stature and intense gaze, offered me his arm.

An almost chivalrous gesture in such an un-chivalrous place.

I laced my fingers with his, allowing him to lead me through the familiar maze of cells.

The events of the day felt like a whirlwind, leaving me dizzy with a mix of emotions.

* * *

The rhythmic clanking of our footsteps on the metal ground was soon drowned by the palpable tension in the air.

When we reached his cell, the muted light from the overhead bulbs created an almost intimate ambiance.

We entered, and the door slid shut behind us, enclosing us in our private world.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the unspoken words hanging between us.

The intensity of the moment was only broken when Kuana pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine with a passion that consumed every inch of doubt and confusion that had accumulated over the past hours.

Time seemed to stand still as our kiss deepened.

Our breaths mingled, our bodies drawn together as if by an invisible magnetic force.

When we finally parted, our foreheads pressed together, a momentary silence fell upon us.

Still in the thrall of our shared intimacy, my curiosity got the better of me.

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