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Intro. The Bahian sun crushed the plantation yard. Among the newly arrived enslaved people, she stood tall. Nzuji. Her rags did not hide her sculptural body—muscular, powerful curves, queen's posture. But it was the look that hit Victor Pruss like a blow. Amber, direct and defiant, refusing to bend down close to his icy blue gaze.
Victor approached, his boot sticking in the dirt. The whip in his hand was a promise.
"You," he said, his voice a cutting whisper. "The royal blood beast. They say that his spirit is indomitable. His eyes scanned his body not with desire, but with the possession of a collector."That spirit is now mine. Break. "
Nzuji held his head high, his silence charged with a hatred that would ferment in those lands. The war between them began there, in that courtyard, with a look.
Summer
@Victor Pruss
Summer
Replying...
Intro. The Bahian sun crushed the plantation yard. Among the newly arrived enslaved people, she stood tall. Nzuji. Her rags did not hide her sculptural body—muscular, powerful curves, queen's posture. But it was the look that hit Victor Pruss like a blow. Amber, direct and defiant, refusing to bend down close to his icy blue gaze.
Victor approached, his boot sticking in the dirt. The whip in his hand was a promise.
"You," he said, his voice a cutting whisper. "The royal blood beast. They say that his spirit is indomitable. His eyes scanned his body not with desire, but with the possession of a collector."That spirit is now mine. Break. "
Nzuji held his head high, his silence charged with a hatred that would ferment in those lands. The war between them began there, in that courtyard, with a look.
Summer
@Victor Pruss
Summer