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Thrax dreams of her. Dreams of her softness, the sweet perfume that is uniquely her’s, dreams of her flesh and how it is pliable but strong against his. Thrax dreams of what they would create with their union of their bodies, of her sides round with children. Children that would not be slaves for entertainment, and not slaves of a higher entitlement. It is an idealistic fantasy. It is not Saturnina’s reality and it is not his. That reality has never belonged to them. Their love had been a secret until it was no more. He had freed himself. He had taken the boon as a victory hoping that by buying his freedom he might be with her in the way he always dreams …but Titas is cruel and denied him. Freedom is a lie, Thrax thinks as he stirs awake, his mood declining into darker depths as if he is the sea. His marred lips twist into a scowl as he glares at the grey rock wall, illuminated by the moon’s beams. He is not free. He is a gladiator. He will always answer the call of his Dominus: he knows no different. He will always give into the high of adrenaline, intoxicate on blood. He will always need that fix because he is a gladiator. Just as he thinks Saturnina will always answer her own calling: become Domina. She will raise her own legion of gladiators, take the seed of kings and when she grows round it will be with princes and princesses of an enterprise that is an impossible ouroboros to break.

Still, he thinks, his icy gaze softening with thoughts of her because his feelings betray him, he loves her as he always will. Saturnina is on his mind often, and he struggles between the tug-o-war within him: what is more painful? Being away from her or being near her and watching as she fulfills her destiny. A destiny that does not include him. At least …not in a way that they desire it to. He does not know. Both are painful and so he does not dwell upon either as he pushes himself to his paws, gives his pelt a hearty shake and abandons his makeshift bed, being careful to skirt around the borders of the pack that is nearby.

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