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The man crouched over the woman. Saliva
dripped onto her bare throat as his mouth drew nearer. His fangs
bared, Korvis leaned in closer to quite literally make his point.
Emerald did not move a muscle. Although she would have given anything
to rip his still-beating heart from his chest, she made no attempt
to free herself from his grasp. The two Corenti goons stood shifting
back and forth, swaying to and fro, not sure of what their next
move should be either.
“Back off…” Korvis commanded.
“Way off!” The beasts grunted
their displeasure at the blue-skinned man having ordered them around
like they belonged to him. The nerve of it all. Brik stepped forward,
defiantly. Korvis gripped Emerald's throat tighter, lowering his
teeth to her jugular vein, breaking the skin slightly. A dark spot
formed under the area where his right fang had pierced her skin.
Emerald stiffened slightly. She raised a hand to Brik, who was still
lumbering their way.
“Don't do it, Brik. It's okay,”
she began, attempting to dissuade the hairy, shaggy beast. “Back.
Get back. Go!” Her voice was stern, her brow creased deep.
The monster retreated to his brother's side. Bone gave the other
one a shove as if to say ‘you clumsy idiot!’ Emerald's
lower lip quivered slightly. The fangs of Korvis were in her now.
She felt dirty. She wanted to die. If she was going to get out of
this alive, she would make Korvis pay dearly for violating her with
his filthy mouth.
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“Don't move,”
he insisted. “I don't want to kill you Emerald. You're worth
more to me alive. But if I have to bring you back dead… I will.”
“You are a coward, Korvis,”
she muttered, “from a long line of cowards. Only a coward would
attack an enemy from behind.”
“And only a fool would allow himself
to be ripped apart by your two brutes. I had to do take you down in
just this way.”
“You won't get away with this,
I swear.”
“Don't swear, Emerald. It's over.”
He wrenched her right arm behind her back hard enough for an audible
crunching noise to be heard. Korvis wasn't sure if it was her arm
breaking or her leather jacket bunching up. He didn't care much either.
There was nothing in his contract about bringing her back undamaged.
He hoisted her up swiftly. “Don't move. Do exactly as I say and
you might very well walk out of here, bitch. Do anything else and
you'll suffer a permanent limp. Understand me?”
Against her will, Emerald nodded.
Her hair brushed against the side of
Korvis’ face as he began to head her towards the exit. It smelled
good, he thought, really good. He immediately pushed the thought out
of his mind. He couldn't allow those kinds of thoughts to compromise
his decision-making. Thoughts like that made you slip up. Thoughts
like that got you dead.
“Let's go, Emerald,” Korvis
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