Shady

Aleth squinted at him. The best friend, eh? He shouldn’t know that, though. Not as a slave. “And what is Loren Carthe known for?”

“I don’t fucking know .” He leaned against the bars to look at the man, silently assessing him. “… what did you do?”

(Oop okay me too)

Aleth sighed heavily, looking around the room as he was left alone. “…fuck.”

“Literally everything,” she huffed, feeling tears stinging the back of her throat. “I’m scared of literally. Everything. The gods. The trolls. The assassins. Something happening to you or Anne

“I… don’t want to.”

“…alright.” He was getting tired of asking why he was here, only to be ignored. But. Well. If he was still getting blankets and food, perhaps this was just a ...

Ky was quiet for a moment, brow furrowed as she searched for an example of how much she’d manipulated him. And yet she couldn’t remember a specific instance. Just. In ...

That was surprising. “…yes…sir.”

“Haven’t I?” She drew her expression. Gods. She’d done it so well he still didn’t even know.

Aleth’s face was burning but he grudgingly complied. This was bullshit. Bay didn’t need to stare at his cock to frisk him. And he didn’t need to frisk him in ...

Ky glanced back at him. That was ridiculous. And he knew it. “I don’t have to, to still be manipulative. It’s… what I am. A manipulator.”

“You know damn well I can’t,” Aleth said tersely. It wasn’t exactly easy to move with broken ribs.

“I preyed upon your sympathies.” She glanced away.

“Where the fuck would I have gotten a weapon between the infirmary and here?” He was just trying to humiliate him. And it was bullshit.