Heart hammering in her throat, Lyssa barely suppressed her gasp of pain and elation, as the ropes binding her finally gave way under the friction against the stone. Not that anyone could have heard it over the chanting of her captors, as they called on their God.
A shiver went down her spine at the thought of being their sacrifice to some unseen deity.
Crawling out of the hut a shadow blocked out the light, and the world tilted slightly, as she looked up at male perfection cast in ebony muscles.
"Come to me, my child. You are mine now."
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