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“I didn’t get far last time,” I pointed out.

“No, you didn’t. Because I was out there hunting anyway and luckily saw you wandering around.”

I studied his face as he focused on the knots he was tying around my wrist, and when he was done, he moved back down, gripping the hem of my sweater and pushing it up.

“What are you doing?”

Of course, he didn’t respond, and history was slowly starting to repeat itself.

Was I awake? Because this was starting to feel like one of those stupid fever dreams again.

But just like he told me before…when life feels like one, don’t wake up.

Hell, no idea how I could wake myself up when I wasn’t even sure if this was reality.

One thing I automatically did was to not fight back anymore or try to figure everything out.

I was too tired to, and with Fennec being the one doing all these weird and off-limits things to me, I didn’t even have the strength to stop him.

My eyes started to feel heavy again, and they closed as Fennec’s hands tugged at my pants without ever warning me about what he was going to do.

That night a few days ago he was obviously not afraid to show me that my blood wasn’t any different than the one from animals, and I still fought my thoughts about whether what happened was real.

My brain was playing tricks on me.

“You have to eat more meat,” Fennec growled, and only now I felt him pulling down my pants and tights.

“You’re losing too much blood, sweet girl. I’m worried about you,” he whispered, his voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” I told him, opening my eyes again and seeing him between my legs, propped up on his right elbow.

“What are you doing?” I asked again, unsure if my words actually came out of my mouth.

“I heard there are ways to stop the pain. Let me make you feel better,” he told me, slowly pulling at my panties.

My body started to shake from the cold air hitting my bare skin, and I tried to squeeze my thighs together, not wanting to catch an infection.

“Keep those legs apart, Vespyr. I’ll make the pain go away. Close your eyes,” he demanded, but I was hesitant.

“Am I awake?” I asked, but again, it felt as if I wasn’t even speaking. My mind was blurry, and my thoughts unclear.

What the hell is this place doing to me?

“I don’t think you should—”

But it was too late to stop him.

His fingertips brushed along my swollen folds, sending sparks to the little nub of nerves that was more sensitive than ever when I was on my period.

My eyes closed and my body relaxed as I let my mind choose if this was just a dream or not.

Fennec told me to not let my mind deceive me so damn much, but how could I not when it felt as if it made me think the right thing?

I felt his warm breath against my pussy, slowly warming me again while the cold surrounded the rest of my legs.

I fisted my hand around the rope and gripped my sweater with my other, needing some type of security while Fennec was down there.

He surely could smell all my blood covering not only the pad but also my folds, and I felt it flow out of me slowly.

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