Nearby, the heavy, suffocating silence of the chamber was broken by a soft, ragged gasp. Cassandra, who had been drifting in a semiconscious haze of exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss, began to stir.
Her vision was blurry, and her body felt heavy and hollow, but the sound of the brutal, rhythmic slamming drew her eyes toward the center of the room.
She watched, trembling, as Rex continued to treat the Orc Queen like a piece of meat. She saw the way Gorvasha's body was being tossed around, the way her emerald skin was flushed a deep, bruised red, and the way her screams echoed off the walls.
A wave of cognitive dissonance crashed over Cassandra.
'This is wrong,' her rational mind whispered, a dying ember of her former dignity. 'He is a monster...'
'He has humiliated us... and he has broken our spirits.'
'We should hate him... and we should want to kill him.'
