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It's been two days. Zaret mostly left me alone after I told him everything. And by everything I mean everything. The conversation lasted a long time. Too long for my taste. I had trouble keeping my eyes open. But he kept asking questions. Even to trifles that are not even worth a weary thought. At least for me. But I tried my best - told everything I heard. Still, he wasn't satisfied. Zaret wants me to get Xerxes to talk. Encourage him to like me. And there lies the problem. How am I supposed to do this? Xerxes hardly notices me. But Zaret didn't want to hear it. Just looked at me, shrugged and said he didn't really care how I did it. I should only do it.

So I go back to the same house. Everything in me is reluctant to continue on the path. God, I'm actually scared of what he has planned this time. But the thought of Zaret compels me to move on. I don't want to incur his wrath by spurning the king. Not so obvious. Zaret would be able to put one and one together in an instant if I didn't have any new wounds. He would then know that I was not doing my job. So I step into the taproom. Like last time, Platura is at the door. He gives me a slight nod and turns around. This time he's not looking at me. Rather, he seems absent. His eyes don't seem as clear as the last few times. And so I pause for a moment, but in the same second I decide that it doesn't matter. It really isn't one of my biggest problems. He could become one. If I antagonize Xerxes. But I can't worry about that. After all, Claire is still on my mind. Spits around there and keeps showing me what I've lost. Hour after hour I sat on my bed and just stared at the door. I really thought she was coming to me. She didn't come. She never entered my hut. It has always been Zaret. And every time my heart slipped a station lower. Too much time has passed. And with that, the knowledge solidifies in me that she won't come again. She has left me. I can't blame her. I hate myself for my weakness. Spits around there and keeps showing me what I've lost. Hour after hour I sat on my bed and just stared at the door. I really thought she was coming to me. She didn't come. She never entered my hut. It has always been Zaret. And every time my heart slipped a station lower. Too much time has passed. And with that, the knowledge solidifies in me that she won't come again. She has left me. I can't blame her. I hate myself for my weakness. Spits around there and keeps showing me what I've lost. Hour after hour I sat on my bed and just stared at the door. I really thought she was coming to me. She didn't come. She never entered my hut. It has always been Zaret. And every time my heart slipped a station lower. Too much time has passed. And with that, the knowledge solidifies in me that she won't come again. She has left me. I can't blame her. I hate myself for my weakness. And every time my heart slipped a station lower. Too much time has passed. And with that, the knowledge solidifies in me that she won't come again. She has left me. I can't blame her. I hate myself for my weakness. And every time my heart slipped a station lower. Too much time has passed. And with that, the knowledge solidifies in me that she won't come again. She has left me. I can't blame her. I hate myself for my weakness.

So I follow Platura back up the stairs. Along the corridor to the small room. I just stare at the floor. feel broken Deprived of the most important person to me. And what I find worst about all of this is that I haven't thought about how my actions might affect Claire. I had the opportunity to tell her. At a time when it would not have been too late. But I didn't even think about it. Exactly this point does not let go of me. For being blind enough not to notice her feelings too. And that's how Zaret manages to make me actually judge my actions more than his.

"Be nice," says Platura quietly before he pushes me into the room. I hardly even notice the touch on my back. It's completely wrong that I'm here, even though I don't want to be. But I can think of it Don't delve into it. Xerxes sits on the bed and looks at me. A smile graces his lips and indeed there is something like friendliness on his face. And that confuses me more than it should.

It's important that I feel this way. Everything else is uninteresting. And so I swallow hard as Xerxes slowly reaches up and gently strokes my cheek. The touches, no matter how light, feel wrong. Not right. He raped me. He should never be allowed to touch me like that again. And yet he does. Moves fingertips incessantly on my skin while I can't even begin to resist.

"How have you been the last two days?" There is warmth in the voice. And that sounds incredibly beautiful. This melodic sound paired with the softness. A very special kind of power. One that I will probably never have again But I won't lose myself in it. Don't be fooled. After all, it's a lie. Xerxes doesn't care about me. Nevertheless, I want to tell the truth.

"Not so good." I don't expect to be asked why that is. But I don't want to lie either. I don't want to seem strong anymore when I don't have any strength left. Maybe everything will be a little easier if I don't revolt?

He nods slightly and looks at me. I'd love to know what's going on in his head. Does he care what he did to me last time? Does he care about the troubles of a simple woman? But I can't see anything like that on the face.

Xerxe's gaze follows my hands. And only when the dress falls at my feet does he look at me again. But say nothing. It looks more like he's quarreling. God, he's so close to me. What fire cannot do, Xerxes can do. I can hear the warmth of his body. How this lays lightly on my skin. And I can't tell if I enjoy it or dread it. After all, his proximity means nothing other than that he can grab things quickly. It wouldn't even take Xerxes a second to grab my hair and do anything else to me. I can hear the warmth of his body. How this lays lightly on my skin. And I can't tell if I enjoy it or dread it. After all, his proximity means nothing other than that he can grab things quickly. It wouldn't even take Xerxes a second to grab my hair and do anything else to me. I can hear the warmth of his body. How this lays lightly on my skin. And I can't tell if I enjoy it or dread it. After all, his proximity means nothing other than that he can grab things quickly. It wouldn't even take Xerxes a second to grab my hair and do anything else to me.

He clears his throat and just that sudden sound makes me jump a little. And so I have my answer to the question. I'm tense. Xerxes smiles slightly and seems pleased with my reaction. Naturally. He wanted to create fear in me. And this is here now. Slowly climbs every part of my body and makes my heart race.

"Don't worry, Kalota, you'll be spared today." Now he leans forward slightly and his green eyes shine happily. "But don't get used to it," he whispers and takes a look at my breasts. How these move quickly up and down under my hectic breathing. Then he straightens up abruptly and hums softly. As if the stated fact bothers him. And that's exactly what makes me believe his words. But why should he do something he doesn't like? God, this man really raises too many questions. Xerxes turns around and lifts the blanket on the mattress a little, and with that I sag a bit. The slight shimmer of the iron is enough to make me doubt his words again.

With a jerk he pulls me towards him. I immediately crash into him and freeze. No retreat is made by me. No rebellion.

"I like you better that way," he whispers against my forehead and I can feel his grin. How he enjoys my helplessness. Would he still do it if he knew that he didn't cause it? But instead of continuing to hold me against him, he steps sideways, pushing my head against the bed, I gasp as the soft mattress presses firmly against my cheek, and right now my heart seems to just want to leap out of my chest I have a premonition of where the hook is going, and just to confirm it, Xerxes runs his hand down my lower back between my buttocks.

that Xerxe's touches feel wrong? God how I would like to endure this now just to escape the hook. But again I can't do anything. This disappears deeper in me. Leaves an uncomfortable drag. And above all, the tip of the iron presses strongly over the inner wall. I can literally feel every millimeter that slides deeper into me. Until you can't go any further. And Xerxes seems content with that. He hums softly, roughly strokes a buttock and then wanders over my back. I can literally feel every millimeter that slides deeper into me. Until you can't go any further. And Xerxes seems content with that. He hums softly, roughly strokes a buttock and then wanders over my back. I can literally feel every millimeter that slides deeper into me. Until you can't go any further. And Xerxes seems content with that. He hums softly, roughly strokes a buttock and then wanders over my back.

"You have really nice skin." I'm not entirely sure if that's directed at me. It's being said so softly. So mumbling. So I don't reply, instead trying to resist the urge to look behind me. But I don't want to see the iron of the hook showing up to me either. The long end is between my buttocks. Really splits my buttocks. And I don't think the sight would calm me down. But I'd like to. He will "Don't hurt me. That's what he said. And even if I don't trust the words, I want to. I just want to indulge in appearances. But of course it doesn't work. Xerxe's presence is too strong for that. Very slowly, he slides along a hand in my hair, which is still loose, and pulls my head back.You should just let yourself go today," Xerxes whispers in my ear and I want to start laughing. Sure, like I could just do it like that. How should I? I thought he was trying to invoke the fear in me? So why shouldn't I suddenly feel none again? It doesn't even make sense.

Xerxes comes even closer to me and his body must be hovering over mine. It's almost as if he's touching me without really doing it. "I just need to know if you're even capable of being halfway casual during sex." Lips brush the back of my head, but this time I pay more attention to the substance of his words. It's clear what he wants to see "One last test, Kalota." Xerxes takes another deep breath, then pulls my head back a little further "It's nice to hold it like that."

Easier said than done. As soon as he lets go of me, I automatically loll my head forward a little. But either he didn't see it or this millimeter isn't that important to him. However, I can deal with it because he puts something around my neck. It feels almost comfortable on my skin. And as paradoxical as it is, it fuels my suspicions. Something is not right. Why is he suddenly showing consideration?

Xerxes clicks his tongue again before pulling away from me completely. And now I'm looking backwards, I want to know what's happening. But he doesn't even look at me. He goes to the door and opens it.

"It's finished," he grumbles and gives me another look. The glint in his eyes can be heard all the way to me. It makes me breathe even harder. "You can decide whether you want to attach your hands as well." While Xerxes is talking, he doesn't take his eyes off me for a moment. His grin widens and then he nods his head for someone to come in. And while Xerxes sits comfortably in a chair, Platura enters the room.