Calvo cursed himself as he flung her over his shoulder and looked for a nearby cave. Hiddden behind a thick copse of bushes he found one and dived into it. He heard the other guard walking around the area: trapped inside with no other option but to wait and hope.
Calvo held one finger to his lips, his eyes narrow with implied threat.The guardswoman nodded her understanding, but he slowly shook his head in disbelief, she was still the enemy, after all, there was no reason to trust her. She stood close behind him in the cave's darkness, the firm resilient softness of one breast against his arm.
'I'm Arami. Why....why did you save me? You are a killer after all'
Calvo grunted, still listening intently for the other guardswoman, out beyond the cave mouth. It was useless to protest his innocence, explain that he'd been set up. Every inmate had probably said the same thing at one time or another.
"Just be thankful I'm a nice guy. And maybe there'll be a price for my help...." |