Scene 13
Sacara rests her head on Akin’s exposed chest. XXX “I paid for it, didn’t I?” She pours herself a glass of wine. The things she said, what she did. “He’s undefeated,” she says, “and that won’t change with another five fights.”
“You’re assuming that they’ll play fair. Maybe he was wrong about her being that innocent but spoiled brat. A little imperfection in the otherwise perfectly majestic performance. He grabs Sacara and makes her sit up. “And what do I do until then?”
Akin smiles. One day your owner decided that it might be a good idea to make you fight someone twice your size, right in the sand of the arena. “Should we get to it, then?” He asks.
