The straps snapped. The being was alien to her. Xxnx She grimaced as its tongue flicked out and lapped up the blood. She could see herself, upside down in the mirror through the Pale One’s legs. There was no surprise in his voice, only a deep despair barely hidden behind a growl. • • •
Alda was naked, now, from head to foot, her wrists bound over her head in heavy shackles attached to a long chain anchored in the ceiling far above her head. It would never fit into her mouth without shattering her jaw. Grumdag looked over at her, floating in the center of the bubble of water contained by the magic runes enscribed on the spyger-legged machine below her. Both of its hands busied themselves rubbing the length of its penis, which was now the length and girth of her forearm.
