TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on
Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy
Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she thought to herself.
Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was going to have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.
The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, eager to get this over with.