(Try to get your heartbeat under control.)

“What do we have here? Kuth Black Hand’s little rat?”

Zukka set his jaw and narrowed his eyes as his pulse quickened in his throat. The uruk looked him up and down, leering at him and the concealing robes he wore.

‘Fuck- Damn it-!’

“Always heard talk about you in the barracks…” He traced the dagger around Zukka’s throat, an uncomfortable sting following its tip.

“Heard you got a talent for sucking cock-”

Zukka grimaced and flushed, gritting his teeth at the uruk that was towering above him. He was smirking down at him, practically licking his chops as he stared down at his twisted up expression.