The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Arrival in Brithlite
My mind spun, shaken from my sudden teleportation into the room. The claps and cheers of the enthusiastic crowd added to my confusion, echoing around until I lost all sense of direction. Alex's lips curved in a flirtatious smirk, his hands firm on my back. As I panted, chest heaving, his grip slid around beneath my arms, fingers curling uncomfortably close to my breasts.
Flushing, I pulled from his grasp, but nearly fell as I lost his steadying strength. With a chuckle, he reached out again, but before his hands found me, Soltair appeared, catching my shoulder. The cold band of metal on his finger rubbed against my flesh, sending a shudder through my quivering body, but I didn't reject his support. I had yet to reconcile my feelings about his betrayal, but at least he didn't seem like he wanted to grope me.
"I see you haven't changed," Soltair said, smiling broadly.