บท 78: YVENNA. Her worst enemy

Naked, bound, pinned, and helpless. If Bishop were to see this, he'd say it was my honour to help our saviour to get off. Not in these words, but I didn't know how to speak as wordy as he did. Totally not now, when my blood was boiling and something hard was poking in my butt.

"Get off me!" I growled, trying to free my hands again. Voren's webs, smooth and sticky, held them with a steel grip, and I knew my efforts would be fruitless no matter how hard I tried. All these days of exploring the wilderness with him, and I never even dreamed to once be the one caught in them, instead of the critters who tried to get to our camp at nights.

I tried anyway. My body wouldn't stay still, no matter what I knew, thought, or wanted. It threw the words out of my tongue, but they weren't my words. They were my mother's.