What a sad creature you were, resorting to a cult just so you could have a second chance of life. Pitiful.

You were gorgeous. Didn’t a young woman like you have better options? Better things to do? Not that douma was complaining, you were a blessing to look at.

“What a long day, yes? Aren’t you tired too?” He purred, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. He really did favor you.