But I was wrong. A few blinks told me that the blurriness came from tears. Not from dreams. “Stop squirming, female. My Gahn will have my head if you are harmed,” the warrior hissed, but that only made me fight all the harder. “I will have to bind you if you do not stop.” I laughed, bitter, raging. “You think you can take me? You think you can bind me and do whatever you want? I’m from motherfucking Detroit! I will fuck your shit up!”
