Ravina took a step closer to me, her boots kicking up dust as she moved with predatory grace. Ruth stood firmly in front of me, her body tense, her voice sharp with warning.

"Don't bully him too much..." Her fingers clenched into fists, her eyes burning with defiance as she glared at Ravina.

Before Ravina could respond, Sabina rushed over, her voice urgent. "Sister Ravina... Ryan and the others are coming over here."

I turned my head, my gaze locking onto the group approaching in the distance. Ryan, Mitt, and Tusk were surrounded by Ravina's warriors, their hands bound, their faces twisted in fury. Their voices carried across the camp, sharp with outrage.

"Ravina! What is going on here?!" Ryan's voice was a snarl, his eyes widening as he took in the scene—the naked women, the men tied to the trees, the raw, unmistakable evidence of what had transpired.

"What have you done...?" His voice cracked with disbelief, his gaze flickering between the bound men and the women, their bodies still marked by my claim.

Ravina's smirk never wavered. She turned to face Ryan, her voice cold and unyielding. "This is my tribe now."

Sabina didn't hesitate. At Ravina's command, she gestured to the other warriors. "Go. Bind them together... with the others."

Ryan's face twisted in fury. "Like hell we will!" He lunged forward, his muscles straining against his bonds, but Ravina's warriors were ready. They moved swiftly, their spears leveling at his chest, their voices sharp with warning.

Mitt and Tusk followed Ryan's lead, their bodies tensing as they tried to fight back. "You bitch!" Mitt snarled, his voice raw with rage. "We'll kill you for this!"

Helen stepped forward, her spear pressing against Hina's throat, her voice a dark growl. "Give up your resistance... if you don't want them dead." Her gaze flicked to the other women, their bodies trembling as they watched the scene unfold.

Ryan's breath hitched, his body freezing as he took in the threat. His eyes locked onto Hina, her face pale with fear, her body tense as Helen's spear pressed against her skin. "You monster..." His voice was a broken snarl, his fists clenching at his sides.

Mitt and Tusk exchanged a glance, their bodies tense with fury, but they didn't move. They couldn't. Not when the lives of their women hung in the balance.

Ryan's voice was a low, venomous growl. "Fine." His gaze burned with hatred as he glared at Ravina. "But this isn't over."

Ravina's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh, Ryan..." Her voice was a dark purr, her fingers tapping against her spear. "It already is."

The warriors finished binding Ryan, Mitt, and Tusk to the trees, their ropes biting into the men's wrists as they struggled against their restraints. Their curses echoed through the camp, raw and venomous, their voices thick with fury.

"You'll pay for this, Ravina!" Ryan snarled, his muscles straining against the ropes, his face twisted in rage. "I swear it!"

Ravina's chuckle was dark, her voice dripping with amusement. "We'll see..." She turned away from him, her gaze sweeping over the remaining women and landing on me.

"You guys can go inside..." Her voice was smooth, her smirk never wavering. "But you have to take one of my people with you."

The women had no choice. They moved silently, their bodies trembling with a mix of fear and resignation, as they followed Ravina's warriors into their huts. Kerry, Vera, Kina, and Hina disappeared one by one, each accompanied by one of Ravina's women, their eyes downcast, their steps heavy with defeat.

Soon, only Ada, Ruth, and I remained.

It was going to be sunset so Ravina asked her people to lit the fire.

Sabina, Helen, and the other warriors stood guard, their spears glinting in the firelight as they patrolled the perimeter of the camp. Their eyes were sharp, their postures unyielding, their gazes sweeping over the bound men with cold detachment. No one would escape. No one would interfere.

Ravina turned to me, her boots crunching on the dirt as she closed the distance between us. Her smirk was dark, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous—something possessive. "Dexter..." Her voice was a velvet purr, her fingers tapping against the shaft of her spear. "You are coming with me."

Ruth's breath hitched, her body tensing as she stepped between us, her voice sharp with defiance. "No."

Ravina's smirk never wavered. "I'm not asking." Her gaze flicked to Ruth, her voice cold and unyielding.

"As you can see..." She gestured to Sabina, whose hand was bleeding, her face pale with pain.

Another warrior stood nearby, pressing a hand to her stomach, her fingers slick with blood from a spear wound. "I need his help... in healing my injured people."

I turned to Ruth, my voice gentle but firm. "Ruth, you go inside and take Mother Ada with you."

Ruth's eyes burned with fear and protest. "But Dexter—"

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, my touch tender despite the tension in the air. "Just go." My voice was a dark murmur, my gaze locking onto hers. "Don't worry. They won't hurt me... as they need me."

Ruth's breath trembled, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "Take care of yourself..." Her voice was a broken whisper, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Ravina turned to one of her warriors, her voice sharp. "Follow them. Make sure they stay inside."

The warrior nodded, her spear in hand as she moved to stand behind Ruth and Ada, her gaze unyielding.

Ruth hesitated for a moment longer, her eyes searching mine, her body trembling with reluctance.

But she knew she had no choice. With a final, lingering glance, she turned and walked toward her hut, Ada following silently beside her. The warrior trailed behind, her presence a silent threat.

As Ruth and Ada disappeared into the hut, Ravina turned back to me, her smirk deepening, her dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous—something possessive. "Good." Her voice was a velvet purr, her fingers tapping against the shaft of her spear. "Now, let's go."

She turned to Sabina and the injured warrior, her voice sharp with command. "Follow me."

The three of us moved through the camp, the firelight casting long, shifting shadows across the ground. The air was thick with tension, the scent of blood and herbs lingering in the air.

Ravina led us to one of the empty huts, her steps confident, her posture unyielding. As we reached the entrance, she pulled the door flap closed behind us, sealing us inside.

The moment the door flap of the hut fell into place, sealing us inside, the air grew thick with tension—with something darker, something feral.

The dim firelight cast long, shifting shadows across the walls, illuminating Ravina's powerful frame as she turned away from me, her back arched slightly, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who had always been in control.

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