” I say, glancing over at him. He shrugs and soon we fall asleep. The next day Demetrius’ duties are rearranged and he is put to task working with Kyros. It was almost another month later when I am waiting for Demetrius to return to the barracks ... but he never did. I went to sleep that night staring at Demetrius empty bed. I wake up the next morning to the same sight. Later that morning when most of the boys had gone off to breakfast, I stayed behind to clean up the barracks. I had almost finished when I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around to see Demetrius sneaking into the barracks wearing nothing. His hands hid himself as he ran to his bunk and searched for a replacement tunic. I walked over to him to ask him a question when I was hit with a musky scent. “Demetrius? Are you alright? What happened?” I asked, looking at my best friend as he slipped his tunic on. “Uh...well...Kyros asked me to spend the night in his tent.” Demetrius said, facing away from me. “Wait. He asked you. I obeyed.I stiffened. I pulled at her hands, resisting them. She broke the kiss, eyes filling with puzzlement. “What's wrong? Do you want another date?”“No,” I growled. I had to dominate her. I couldn't let her dominate me. If I did, she wouldn't open the way to the Mirage Garden and Sophia would forever Riad's concubine.“Mmm, you want me to eat the dates out of your cunt,” she laughed. “I will. When I am ready. Just relax. You will enjoy this.”I lifted my head, looking above me. Manacles that weren't there before hung from the bed posts, my wrists inches from them. Fear clutched through me. If I failed to dominate her, I would be her slut. Her slave. I glanced at the fresco on the wall.I hadn't noticed them before.Men and women lay bound by golden manacles, some to the very bed I sat on, others to the walls, to the floor. They all yearned to worship. I could see it in there faces. Their eyes were so lifelike. So real.They were real.They were all the men and women who had entered.
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