SAMANTHA
Jayce's announcement ignited a spark of excitement among the sex slaves, Alicia's eyes practically gleaming with anticipation. Her lips curled into a predatory smile, and I could see her mentally calculating her chances of victory. It was clear she couldn't wait to dive into the competition.
My heart, however, felt like it was sinking into an abyss. With the stakes so high—both reward and punishment—neither outcome was particularly appealing. I certainly had no desire to parade around the palace in nothing but my skin, nor did I want to spend a night with Jayce. The thought of either scenario made my stomach churn with dread.
