Point-of-View: Izzozon
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"Hey, do you think he'll get morning wood right as he's about to wake up?"
"Huh? What? Why do you keep talking about his penis?" I responded in bemusement.
"Oh, I've always liked dirty jokes and innuendos...though, I haven't spoken like this in years, so it's like a dam had broken and it's all flooding out now. I mean, it's not like you can have a casual conversation with a man who enslaved you and raped you on a near-constant basis, as well as renting you out to other men for further rape and abuse," She replied with a laugh, but I didn't miss the dark, bitter look of pain in her eyes.
A few hours have passed now, we were seated by a wall in the corner of the cavern, with Larrk still unconscious. His breathing and heartbeat sound pretty stable, so I don't think there's anything to worry about.