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Sex Me Down

to her. She’d never been outgoing and adventurous. She’d never been spontaneous or the life of the party. If she believed, took that leap of faith, she didn’t know where she’d land. Could she do that? Could she really rely on blind faith that everything would work out as it should? She just didn’t know.

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With his head lowered to his chest, Fane used his hair to shield his eyes as he watched his captor pace in front of him. After weeks of torture, his Banart guard had been unable to force Fane to answer any of his questions and from the looks of things, his patience—if one could call the systematic and endless beatings that went on for days, patience—had reached its limits. Fane could feel the creature’s anger, could sense the hate hanging in the air ready to pounce on him at any time. He ignored the pain in his outstretched shoulders where he’d been manacled to the wall. He ignored the broken ribs that made breathing difficult. The cuts along his torso where his tormentor tried bleeding the answers out of him were but a nuisance at this point. He could even ignore the burn marks on his balls from the pain rod he’d been repeatedly zapped with. He could ignore it all, knowing full well that soon his 5

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captor would let his anger take over his common sense. When that happened, he’d finally get a chance to see his enemy’s weakness. Once he knew that, all bets were off. That’s when he would finally let the beast that lived inside him take control.

He hung limply from the manacles on the wall. He’d tried breaking the bonds, but he wasn’t strong enough in this form. His captors had weakened him too much. If only he’d been more vigilant. If only he hadn’t been so intent on searching worlds to find suitable mates for his people. Their blood had grown thin. They could no longer breed among their own kind. With too few separate families they needed new blood. He refused to marry his cousin. The idea of that sickened him.

He tried to sleep, knowing he would need his strength the moment the opportunity to escape presented itself. He’d slept standing up before though it wouldn’t do to let them know that. It would be no hardship to do so again. Fane relaxed into his bonds when he heard footsteps beyond the door. He intended to escape and if he managed that feat, he would be the first nonconformist to ever speak of the
Banart
. His people never involved themselves in wars before now, but this enemy knew no words such as neutrality. They came. They conquered. They 6