Lana Rhoades’ Backdoor Exploration Begins In Part 1

I heard the movement rushing behind me, the clink of chainmail loincloth. “On the field of stood the maid so bright,” sang my husband, his words for me and me alone,
“her courage shining with soul’s pure light,
and there she faced the Lord of Death
and did not falter and did not fail,
her faith so bright, her soul so white,
too pure to stain, too strong to maim
and be dragged into dark’s domain.”
My hand shot into my bag, pulling out a second totem. But I pressed on, grunting through my clenched teeth. “Saving us.”
“What about he others?”
I shook my head. I didn’t know what else to do. I made them fugitives. I pushed Sophia away, her nipple popping out of my mouth. Most of them had dark flesh, the brown-black of the Halanian.