Dear Kailya
With heavy hands I write this letter, I am sure the Sultan will not take your daughter’s rejection well and I will be forced to raise my hand against your country. Black porn * * *
Kailya put down her pen and rubbed her tired eyes, it had been two long days. “Hear that slave? Anjelica glared at her step father before picking up the silken fabric and stepping into her dress. The witch smiled again. She ignored the Sultan and took the gasping adept by the shoulder, shaking her. Kailya gulped, trying to calm her shaking hands. “Hang this slut up, I want to show my new slaves what happen if they don’t obey Kalah’s decrees.”
The two Sardakaur grabbed Kailya and pulled her towards the centre of the room. Kailya felt her hands become sweaty and her throat dry, she had heard of them and seen pictures but the Sultan’s Sardukar were even more intimidating up front.
