Valtor POV

“I want you to make me your pleasure tool,” she declared, and her words stunned me.

Ember POV

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, chased by a headless being. Its body was torn, bruised, and dripping with wounds.

Terror consumed me. The more I pushed forward, the weaker I became. My bare feet throbbed in pain. I struck a stone, I almost lost balance but forced myself onward, driven by raw fear and the will to survive.

Suddenly, I crashed to the ground, my face scraping against the rough sand. Panic surged through me, and I turned back up, expecting the creature to be...