Damon was quiet. He was almost afraid of making a sound. Getting killed or tortured did not scare him… no, not at all. But finding out that you could be raped by a beautiful older woman was actually terrifying.
The question was how long Abellona would stay sane.
And hopefully, if she did pounce on him, he'd still be intact long enough to figure things out.
Damon cautiously walked up to her, reaching into his shadow storage.
"Here, have some water. Cool off a bit."
She slowly took the water, glancing at him with those ruby red eyes of hers. Damon instinctively backed away. He felt like a mouse getting the stare of a cat… except this cat was pent up with all sorts of carnal desires inflicted by a curse from a demon.
Abellona smiled softly.
"Why are you backing away… I'm not scary. It's my first time, so be gentle with me, okay?"
Damon's gaze moved to the pool of blood at her feet and the unfortunate Goristro that she had ripped apart.
He raised his finger, pointing at her.
