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The female’s gaze was moving from one of them to the other. She hadn’t voiced her question yet and Priest wasn't going to tell her. He’d let Drax handle that, he thought with a smirk. One thing was certain, though, she wasn't going to let them do what was necessary without putting up a fight.
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Eve
Eve didn't knowwhat the three of them were talking about, but she was afraid. She was trying to hide it but even that was almost impossible to do. She was tired. She was hungry. Her body hurt from the paces that Priest had put it through.
She wanted a good meal. She wanted to bathe.
She wanted to lie down and sleep.
She’d wanted to become a Brother, but even that was closed to her now because she was so stupidly small that no one would take her seriously.
And why were these men so fucking strong? How could they subdue her so easily?
Eve almost growled in her anger, but she knew instinctively that that would be the wrong thing to do in front of them. It would mean something she didn’t intend. She didn't know how she knew that, but she did.
Priest still had her by the hair. He hadn't let it go since the fight.
‘Get it,’ Drax said to Fie and the blond one began looking through one of their packs.
A moment later, he held ‘it’ out in his gloved hand; a long, thin shining cord.
It took Eve a moment before she could work out what it was.
Iron!
‘No!’ she cried, all the times the Bull had bound her flashing before her eyes.
Why would they need that when they could already overpower her so easily?
She began to struggle anew, biting her lip to keep from letting the fearful whimpers free.
They ignored her, forcing her arms behind her back, and tying her wrists tightly.
Eve felt them sap her strength immediately, weakening her as soon as they met her flesh. She almost fell to her knees in fatigue except that Priest was still holding her by her fucking hair.
She looked at each man with hatred, but she didn't say anything as she was thrust into a chair and told to ‘stay’ like a beast.
Fie grabbed a goblet from the side and poured himself a wine. Priest stood over her, a knife in his hand. Before she could even react, he sliced her cheek and Eve couldn't keep the cry from bursting out. She looked up at him, eyes like slits in her anger.
He simply looked amused by her fight as he put the goblet beneath her jaw, catching the blood. Then he leaned down until he was face to face with her, and she refused to lean back to make any space between them. She did not cower or flinch … until his tongue flicked out, and he licked the blood from her face.
She made a sound of angry disgust, but inwardly quaked with fear. Even the Bull had never done such a thing to her. What manner of man was Priest?
He mixed her blood into the goblet of wine with the knife and handed it to Drax. To Eve’s horror, he took a drink and gave it to Fie, who did the same.
Her mouth hung open in shock. What were they doing? Was this a prelude to them eating her flesh? The mixture left in the goblet was unceremoniously poured to the floor and refilled with wine. Each of the men cut his finger and dripped a drop of his blood into it.
It was Drax who came forward, looking grim. ‘Know this, female,’ he said. ‘We don't want this any more than you do and as soon as we are finished with each other, we will break this bond.’
He grabbed her chin, and she shook him off.
‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Priest tutted, coming forward.
He grabbed her hair again with one hand and pinched her nose shut with the other. ‘Bottoms up,’ he sneered and, as she opened her mouth to take a breath, the contents of the goblet were poured down her gullet.
She spluttered and coughed, choking as the strong wine burned on the way down. They let go of her, leaving her in the chair.
