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As we walked on, the Norixian’s voice a distant murmur in the background, my mind was miles away.
I thought I was ready to see Kuana again, instead the sight of him had made me weak to my knees.
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The cell was adorned with opulence that seemed grotesquely out of place in the harsh environment of the Ikmal prison.
Gnarlak’s cell was more of a lavish suite.
Walls were lined with rare cosmic artifacts, and the room glowed from an ethereal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, each of its crystals emitting a different colored light.
The Champion paused at the entrance, allowing me a moment to take it all in.
Then, with a prideful smirk playing on his lips, he motioned for me to enter first.
As I hesitated, I could feel the gazes of the other prisoners, a medley of envy and hunger.
Every eye was on me, but it was the Champion’s icy stare that I found most unnerving.
Steeling myself, I took a step forward, the cool metal of the floor sending a shiver up my spine.
The air felt charged, every nerve in my body alert.
I knew what the expectation was, what being Claimed meant.
He closed the distance between us, his voice dripping with condescension. “I can sense your fear, Violet. But worry not. The initial resistance, the struggle — it’s all part of the game. Once you’re tamed, the pleasure will be unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
“That’s funny,” I retorted, locking eyes with him, my voice dripping with feigned sweetness. “I was about to say the same thing.”
Before he could react, I lunged forward, channeling every ounce of strength and agility I possessed.
My fist found his throat, striking a pressure point I’d learned was a weakness among the Norixian.
He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
My heart remained calm as I took in the scene.
Time was of the essence.
I needed a disguise, a way out.
Scanning the room, I spotted the Champion’s cloak hanging in his opulent wardrobe.
Swiftly, I draped it over myself, the luxurious fabric surprisingly light and warm against my skin.
I bent down and picked up the Champion’s limp arm, pressing it against the cell’s scanning panel.
There was a soft chime, followed by a hissing sound as the cell door began to slide open.
Behind me, the Norixian Champion groaned in his sleep, a feeble attempt to voice his outrage.
But I wasn’t about to wait around.
The door opened and with one last glance back at the once-mighty Champion now sprawled helplessly on the floor, I stepped into the corridors of Ikmal prison, the promise of freedom within my grasp.
But not alone.
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