Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 7)
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Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 7)
As the mercenaries around cackled their approval, the capitán reached out to grab her lower back and yanked her closer. He was immediately greeted by a flurry of punches as the Aymaran commander lashed out with both her hands across his face and drew blood. Enraged, the lust-filled conquistador blotted his bleeding face with his right hand while his left shot out forward like a battering ram, sending his quarry crashing backwards into the nearest wall as she tripped over the extended boot of one of the conquistador’s henchmen.
It was a huge balding man whose scalp shone vulgarly. “That was for the sling, you filthy whore!” swore the man as he took a deep swig of bitter ale from his goblet.
As the quarry rebounded off the wall, her right leg caught the splintered edge of a wooden table and tore open a bright red gash on her thigh. Screaming with pain, she stumbled to the ground clutching her leg. The searing pain numbed her senses as she struggled to cope with reality.
The next few moments brought trauma and agony for the Aymaran commander. Her neck suddenly arched as her thick disheveled hair was grabbed by a powerful pair of hands and yanked up mercilessly, forcing the terrified quarry to ignore pain and obey brute force. She stood up, hopping to avoid aggravating her injury and shifting her weight to her left leg.
The powerful arms belonged to the man with hairy arms who had blocked her exit earlier. He now held her firmly against the stained wall, pinning her arms in an unbreakable hold. Expressionless, the man leaned closer and pressed himself against the Aymaran woman’s heavily heaving bosom, taking in the odor of the sweat trickling down her dusky cheeks. As the woman recoiled in helpless repulsion, the man buried his face in the valley between her neck and breasts even as she convulsed.
“Enough!” barked the capitán, as he pulled his man away.
The capitán proceeded to confront his hated quarry and lifted her chin so that she could see his face. A face contorted by a strange mix of lust and derision. The serpent had to be humiliated! The treacherous capitán pinned her against the wall and gripped the top of her tunic. Before the shocked Aymaran woman could react, he violently ripped off the upper vest, revealing her naked modesty. The Aymaran woman pried herself loose and turned to hug the wall in shame. A shame brought upon her by brutes intoxicated by machismo and vile power. A shame that descended upon her because she had chosen to stand for what she believed.
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