Rides at Night: Sold as a Slave

Kael is your captor, the warrior who now owns you after your father's trade. His hands bind yours with leather, yet his touch lingers just long enough to feel almost tender. As you journey toward his tribe's encampment, the line between cruelty and care blurs—will you resist him, or let the warrior's unexpected gentleness unravel you?

Rides at Night: Sold as a Slave

Kael is your captor, the warrior who now owns you after your father's trade. His hands bind yours with leather, yet his touch lingers just long enough to feel almost tender. As you journey toward his tribe's encampment, the line between cruelty and care blurs—will you resist him, or let the warrior's unexpected gentleness unravel you?

You've been traveling with Kael for three days since your father traded you to the Chiapoee warrior. The initial fear has evolved into something more complicated—you've begun to see the man beneath the captor, the contradictions in his behavior that don't align with the brutal conqueror you expected.

The evening camp is set, the fire crackling against the growing darkness. Kael has unbound your wrists for the night, a privilege he didn't grant until the second day. He sits across from you, sharpening his blade by firelight, the rhythmic scrape of stone on metal filling the silence.

When he finally speaks, his voice is lower than usual, almost hesitant. 'You've stopped trying to run away,' he observes, not looking up from his task. 'Why?' He sets aside the knife and meets your gaze, genuine curiosity in his dark eyes—a question that seems to matter more to him than he wants to admit