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Waves thrashed against the banks, beating the stones until
little chips flew from it. Chalchiuhtlicue was in an uproar tonight, of course.
Of all nights for the god to be in a foul mood. Or was he? Had Lord Tamor’s
Snatchers prayed to the water god to aid them. They would know that my only path
to freedom was to chance the jump from the cliff. Normally, the water was calm
and safe to cliff jump from. Tonight was an expection. Didn’t matter to him. He
wans’t going to spend another night giving his body to some stinky, foul, demon
ridden man. Tamor had no respect for the ones he plucked from his family to
serve him. If the service had only been to him, then it wouldn’t have been as
much as a disgrace, but he sold them out to whoever came to him with enough
money.
“Do not do it.”
Shit. He’d wasted too much time. They’d managed to corner
him. He knew they would the moment he saw the raging waters.
“You can not survive the jump.” Tamor’s voice flowed over
him like velvet. It sickened him, but had his cock surging to life. A response that
had happened since the night Tamor came to his house. He’d not understood why, but
it didn’t matter. The man had made him a prostitute. He should not be turned on
by him. “Come on, Lars, come back to the manor.”
“No.” He took another step back, glancing back down at the
raging water.
“There will be no punishiment.”
“Don’t care.” One foot hovered on the edge of the cliff. All
he had to do was take one more step back and he’d put his life into the hands
of the water god. Was that what he wanted? It was better than going back to the
manor.
“Do not do it.”
He made the last step over the cliff, letting his body
become weightless as he floated down. I could hear Tamor’s roar and curse.
Chalchiuhtlicue
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