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Afzit the younger grabbed at Agatha’s breasts through the thick material of the shirt she was wearing.
“And boy, she’s a beaut!” he said.
“And where might you be taking her?” Afzit the elder said.
My hands weren’t far from the blade at my throat. If I was quick, could I take him out? I glanced across at Agatha, who struggled against Afzit the younger’s wandering hands. He lifted up her shirt and cupped a naked breast and lowered his mouth to suck on her nipple.
I might take out one brother but it would leave Agatha in danger.
I turned to Afzit the elder, his black eyes drilling into me.
“I was taking her to the Klika gang leader, Thillak,” I said.
The elder blinked, taken aback. Afzit the younger’s mouth paused and came no closer to Agatha’s nipple.
“Thillak?” Afzit the younger said, sharing a look with his elder brother. “Why would you be taking a fine specimen such as this to the likes of him?”
“I owe a debt,” I said calmly. “This is my way to repay him. I found her wandering the halls, lost, and decided to make the most of the opportunity.”
Afzit the younger released Agatha’s breast and wrapped his hand around her throat instead. Even he wouldn’t want to anger Thillak if she really was his property.
“But he doesn’t know you’re coming with her, does he,” Afzit the elder grinned. “You owe us a debt for the attack you made on us earlier. And you can take what little of her is left to Thillak once we’re done with her.”
“Thillak won’t be pleased with a damaged product,” I said, overriding the nasty taste of bile bubbling at the back of my throat at my own words.
She wasn’t a product. She had been early in the evening but after I claimed her and made love to her for the first time, we’d become so much more.
“We’ll take you both to our cell,” Afzit the elder said. “We’ll have our way with her, you’ll watch, and then you can take her away.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at Agatha. She would have a beaten and broken look on her face that I could do this to her.
“Your cell is this way, right?” I said, turning to point, knowing the cell was in the other direction.
“No, it’s this way—”
As I turned one way and Afzit the elder turned the other, his blade left my throat an inch. I snapped my hands around his arm and twisted it. I wanted to break it so it was unusable, but the damn creature moved with the movement, jumped, spinning end over end, and threw out a leg.
It struck me across the head but it didn’t knock me down.
The reactive movement of my head was less than Afzit the elder expected. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
I slammed my foot on his chest and, my hands still wrapped about his wrist, twisted his arm.
There was the satisfying crunch as I ripped it from its socket but it wouldn’t be enough to disable the creature. Such injuries were common in the pit. It wouldn’t take him long to heal from it.
A snapped bone on the other hand…
I brought his arm down over my knee. A sharp snap tore a scream from the elder’s throat.
I leaned forward and buried a fist in his face. It wasn’t enough to knock him unconscious but the resulting slap against the hard floor was. His entire body went limp.
His knife fell from his grip and I caught it, lowering it to his throat.
I looked up at Afzit the younger who had his own blade at Agatha’s throat. She struggled but it was no use.
“Let my brother go,” he hissed.
