Samia didn’t have much time to regain her breath. The knock on the door came, and she walked out to meet Frost. Hopefully, today would be the day things would change.
Her hands were shackled in front of her for now, and they headed up the mountain again, her legs still shaking from the hard fucking she’d just had. Varga’s cum dripped out of her pussy. Her hair and skin were sweaty, and she could still smell his scent on her.
“What happened to you?” Frost asked, looking at her bruises.
“I… I displeased the captain, and he punished me for it.”
Frost smirked. “Guess the dirty fucker has a backbone after all. I’m sure you deserved it, slut. Did you?”
Samia gulped. “Yes,” she whispered.
They continued walking for a while, the cool air chilling her bare skin.
“So, are you ready to talk yet.”
Samia walked for a moment, not wanting it to seem too suspicious. “Yes, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
“Well, don’t talk too soon. I have a surprise planned. If you start talking before that, I’ll not be sure if I can believe you.”
Samia gulped, knowing that wasn’t good.
