A Slave's Truth

"This is definitely a first," Ru whispered, still trembling.

Arazharn's gaze was fixed on the runes. "A first?"

"No one else... I mean, no one has ever given me such pleasure," Ru said, cheeks flushed crimson.

"Was it that good?" Arazharn asked, pleased by the unchanging nature of the runes.

"Better than good," Ru replied, voice slurred.

"Good," Arazharn said, removing his wet robe and tossing it aside.

Ru flinched at the thought of being crushed under Arazharn's muscular frame and stretched out his arms, causing the chains to tighten.

"What do you want?" Ru asked, smiling innocently.

"Turn around," Arazharn said, snapping his fingers.

The chains binding Ru glowed and loosened.

"Turn where?" Ru asked naively.

"Turn around and get on your knees," Arazharn commanded.

"Okay," Ru said, his drunkenness gone. Anxiety was gnawing at him as he sat up where he lay. "Please don't hurt me," he whispered almost inaudibly.