ABRAHAM
Watch your tongue
or have it cut from your head
or have it cut from your head
Even with her squirming and fighting beneath him, Abraham stayed steady on what he needed to do. Above them, high in the sky, Gwyneverre circled. She felt everything that was happening, felt the feeling of the fragile throat wrapped by Abraham's strong hands. She even felt the shocks against his skin. Abraham flinched some as the woman clawed at his face, and he gritted his teeth. He sucked in a breath and shook her some before slamming her smaller body back into the sand. Gwyn hissed in the sky, her excitement and his rage flooding and twisting and raging within each of their minds.
What had this woman done to deserve such an unprovoked fate?
Been born the way she was.
Save your life
by keeping whispers unsaid
by keeping whispers unsaid
