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“You need to go back to the Meat Locker.”
She shuddered, her vision clearing abruptly.“I can’t bear the thought.”
Without further ado, he scooped her up.
She struggled and cried.
“You’ve ruined everything!”
The crash from the intimate high was too painful. She couldn’t believe he would do that to her.
“Stop fighting me, Rosamma.”
“Then don’t! I’d rather die.”
“I’d rather you don’t.”
The blast of freezing air told her they’d entered the most hellish place in the Universe.
“It’s too cold. I’ll die from exposure anyway.”
He pushed an old rag at her that she recognized from her previous time here.
“I don’t want it!” She flung it away in a tantrum.“I don’t want you!”
She clawed at the collar.
He grunted and caught her hands, holding them prisoner.
She kicked at him and got her hands tied loosely at her back.
Then he left her like this, alone, in the Meat Locker.
Bastard.
Alien filth.
Lech.
So much for giving herself to him.
For one beautiful moment there, they had been each other’s world.
Chapter 22
Rosamma seriously considered yelling for Gro.
Exhausted, she had slept a little, then fussed with her bonds but couldn’t break them.
As time went by, she got worried about being forgotten in the Meat Locker. Only the thought it might not be Gro who hears curbed her impulse to yell.
If Phex heard her, would he come?
She wasn’t sure anymore.
She sat as far away from Father Zha-Ikkel as her leash allowed, twisting her bound hands and cursing Striker Fincros.
Every time she moved, a twitch between her legs reminded her of what he’d done to her in the Dome.
