So Very Fine, So Happy Together

This was terrifying. The gods voice, cruel and mocking, brought Peter back to a state of mind of that even Zariah hadn’t managed to push him into. He nodded shallowly in response, his mind focused on keeping the being before him happy, as much as he could. As Frey moved closer to him, Peter drew in a breath, his body at war with itself over whether it should be terrified or aroused, a fight that only added to the fog he was trying to overcome in his mind. Putting as much focus as he could into his voice, his words, he began to entreat the god. ”I am not... good enough to... to protect the people I care about. Wh-who I love. I...” Peter swallowed, fighting to keep his voice steady, subservient. ”I need help. Please. I will... offer whatever you want to be... to be able to keep them safe.” With his plea made, Peter lowered his eyes again, hoping for the best, that he’d said the right words, but expecting to be punished for his presumptions. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good