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I can’t believe my eyes as I look around me. All types of sexual acts are being carried out in discreet corners. Behind me, I can hear the moans of a Gatikan woman as one of the soldiers buries his head between her legs. In front, another soldier bends a Gatikan man over a table, his huge cock entering him. Thank God, Joe is not here to witness this. It’s not just the sexual acts either. It’s very clear these people are high on whatever haze they’ve been given. Only Galinn’s mother seems sober as she sits at the table before his vast throne.

I try to avert my eyes and focus on eating. At least the food is good. Really good. Seafood is the Gatikan’s specialty, and it’s truly delicious. I peek up again and watch Galinn lounge on his throne, a sly smile on his face as he watches everyone. He had been with a woman earlier, her long legs around his waist as he watched me over her shoulder, taunting me. But he’d thrown her off after a while, and now he sits on this throne shirtless, his vast, scarred chest shining beneath the moonlight. His muscled thighs are clad in black leather trousers, and there is kohl around his eyes, making their whiteness even more vivid. I can’t deny it. He’s oddly alluring to look at. I see the other women feel the same, especially the ones who sit at his feet staring up at him adoringly as those around them feast. I can’t help but think of the people beyond the walls of this tower. Doesn’t their prince care that while he holds his debauched feasts, his people suffer outside?

Galinn catches my eye as I think that. He’s idly playing with the hair of a Gatikan woman sitting on the floor beside him, his other hand holding an ornate goblet. He smiles lazily, but I don’t return his smile. He reacts by narrowing his eyes and standing, revealing his full height and muscular form as he stretches in front of the vast window. I can’t help how my body responds. I quickly reach for my cross, pressing my thumb into it like the feel of it might urge my desire away. Galinn slowly walks towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. People part to let him through, like he’s some kind of God. Well, he is no God to me. There is only one good and true God. When he stops before my table, he juts his chin to the other beings sitting at it, and they all quickly leave.

“I saw you watching me,” he murmurs.

“In disgust,” I reply. “Surely this is better left for behind closed doors?” I ask, gesturing to a woman nearby who is watching him as she draws a soldier’s huge cock into her mouth.

“These are all natural acts,” Galinn replies. “What is it your Bible says? Be fruitful and multiply.”

I roll my eyes. “That is about the sacred act between a man and his wife.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Wife.” I know what he’s getting at. That I have never been a wife. He doesn’t refer to it though. “Does that not look sacred to you?” he asks instead, gesturing to a woman moaning in ecstasy as a soldier’s fingers enter her. “Look at her face. How can you not deny the sacredness of an orgasm? The holiness of it.”

I laugh. “Holiness!”

He leans close to me. His face is so close, I can see the scars. I also see the way his skin fluctuates purple… Desire? Is that desire for me?

“Surely you have felt it,” he whispers. “The rhythm of your contractions as you orgasm, and how they match with the rhythm of life, of the planet, of the people you are with.” I find myself hypnotized by his eyes and his words. I want to drag my gaze from him, but as I begin to gather the strength to draw away from him, there is a whistling sound from outside. The room goes quiet, a pause in the debauchery. Then the Mad Prince’s white eyes widen. 

“Take cover!” he shouts. With one easy swoop, he picks me up just as all hell breaks loose.