The turian scowled as the two humans forced Samuel to his knees and began to put wrist shackles and a collar on him, which they connected to the wrist shackles on his back. As the adept knelt bound in the grass, Black regarded him and tapped his chin thoughtfully with one finger. Then he grinned dirtily. He spoke as the others from his group had moved away a bit to secure the area and call for a shuttle.


He stepped closer, grabbed Samuel by the chin and stroked the other's lower lip with his thumb.


"Gotta admit, I like the sight of you on your knees in front of me, makes me think of something right away. I'm sure you can suck as well as you can fight. Hmm, if you're good, I'll think twice about selling you to the arena - you wouldn't like it there, even you wouldn't stand a chance, believe me."


"Go to hell, Black." Samuel spat.


Emilio hooked his thumbs on the front hem of his pants. "Pleased to take you there for a nice blowjob."


In the distance, the sound of a ground vehicle rapidly approaching rang out, drawing the attention of all present. Black smiled wickedly.


"Ah, here comes the pickup. You can figure out on the way which you'd rather be, my personal whore or a gladiator who doesn't make it a day in the arena."



snippet from the chapter in progress