Ava’s technique was amateurish but quickly developed into a pleasant method. Unlikely, as they rarely interacted and she was entirely focused on her duties. After a few moments he cleaned them both and dressed. Now she wasn’t even trying to hide the fear, and was whimpering in pain with every thrust. Instead he did what he did best and hatched a plan. He bent and removed food, water and wine. She didn’t cry out but he had pushed her to the limit. One piece was to be discovered in Ava’s belongings, causing her be taken into town and put in the stocks; another was to be returned secretly while she was being punished to be discovered the next morning. Maybe himself? He put his hand on her thigh. Careful to keep his face hidden, he held the waterskin to her lips.
