Aug 21, 2019
@cutsdeepcr
“You, girl.”
The Mountain’s voice barked at her. She was pretty enough, big eyes and gold hair and she looked like she wouldn’t put up much of a fight. She’d better not, if he picked her. It was quite an honor, in his view, to be the whore he chose. She’d spend a night in a bed, at least (provided she didn’t snore), unlike most of these girls who would just get passed around half a dozen men before putting back where they were being kept.
“I need my bed warmed, let me see you.”
