Ignoring Lana’s plea for him to stop, Kur cut off all of her clothing until she was naked. Picking up the shredded items, he tossed them into the small fire, further hammering home that she wasn’t going anywhere, even if she could somehow get out of the chains meant for holding creatures much stronger and larger than her.
Kur took out his journal and wrote a quick note to his mother. This gift was for her after all, and now that Lana was ready for even more fun, it was high time for Astrid to come here too. But when Astrid didn’t show any sign of rushing to see what he’d gotten her, Kur sighed and went back to his captive. “I’m not going to rape you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He shuddered in disgust. “Once my mother comes for her present, the real fun will begin, but until then…” he sat down beside her and started making hatchmarks along her ribs to pass the time. “She does so like the sight of blood, so let’s get you extra pretty for her.”