Myths Reawakened

“Oh, there’s something I forgot to tell you. You’re now my...” Wayne paused. “How do I put it? Servant, follower, slave... Same difference. If I die, you know what will happen.”

Senna’s eyes lit up. “I’ll die, too?”

“No, I’ll be reborn in your body. As for how I’ll come out... Well, there are many ways. After all, I’m an ancient god replica. I can’t be measured by common sense.” Wayne squatted before Senna, laughing heartily at her flat stomach.

Senna was so numb that even when she realized that she was naked, she didn’t bother covering herself up. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

This is no fun. This woman’s basically broken. She doesn’t have much sense of shame left.

Wayne huffed, patting her on the shoulder and telling her to put on some clothes. He was relieved that Veronica wasn’t here, or he wouldn’t have been able to explain himself even if he was covered in mouths.

Senna dressed herself blankly. Every time she felt resentment, a random part of her body would collapse. It happened repeatedly as she put on the clothes, so it took five minutes for her to complete the simple action.

Wayne considerately waited for her to finish getting dressed before he gave her orders. His shameless, punchable mug made Senna burn with hatred. Half of her arm snapped and fell to the ground in a pile of white goo.

The white goo slipped under her clothes and regenerated her arm.

“You still have your dragon blood, Senna, only I’ve replaced the great dragon as your evolution path.” Wayne patted her on the shoulder encouragingly. “You’ve lucked out. One day, you’ll be thankful to Master Silvia. Not everyone is as fortunate as you are. It’s the ancient god we’re talking about. Many will beg on their knees for this chance!”

Senna didn’t want any contact with Wayne, but her body disagreed and yearned for his touch. When he patted her shoulder, her thoughts and body both expressed their joy, even yearning for more.

She disagreed.