The Slaved Virgin Offering

her and turned back to his work. She figured she was on her own as far as finding

d and shrugged heading out across the now darkness-blackened grass. She found the water easily by sound, despite the distracting crash of the wav

the smell of roasted lamb was a compelling reminder of how little she'd eaten that day, a few figs in the morning, and a piece of bread at mid-day. No one had had much of an appetite. But with the fear of immediate danger abate

ter she considered as she refilled the kettles, perhaps the giant was merely a guard of sorts. Then again he had asked specifically for a bath for himself. It didn't make any real sense to her. She sighed and sat down on

t to him, I have be

the heavy carafe right there on the floor. In front of her, to her amazement, was a miniaturized replica of the giant lounging on one of the wide benches popping grapes in his mouth. Of course he was miniature by no one's standards, looking as though he must still stand nearly eight feet tall, and proportionately as wide. He sat up and held up his glass, t

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lked around the table to sit at the other side. Close enough to fill his glass, but still separated by the table corner. "You

glass to her, and she re

glass was nearly empty when she finally remembered herself, and she put it down with another flush. He said nothing but finished the glass for her with a toss and refilled

aced it in front of her before reclining with an air of satisfaction against the cushioned wall. After she'

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size

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s arms to present himself

n. Wine or no they continued to make her

smiled nervously. "Then I saw the bath, and realized it was just a b

ed in agreement, "a

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rts of tributes..

hot over towards him. He'd said no death,

y whisper, "What was your inte

r." His eyes darkened again like the