The whole thing had been so emotional and yet so unsatisfying. Her body still craved the release it felt cheated of. Her tears had nothing to do with him leaving her so soon after he had come inside her. It had nothing to do with him making her feel like a whore. A baby whore. “I’ve brought you something to drink,” he said and she sat up, hiding her confusion and pulling the sheets over her body. He had no real feelings for her, so why did it matter so much, what he thought of her? “Thank you,” she said accepting it from him. Although when she looked at the red liquid, she didn’t know if she wanted to drink it at all. “What is it?” “It’s like your simcoff. But much better.” He sipped his as if to make her understand it wasn’t poisoned, or anything. Well, it did look like thin red blood. “Where does it grow? Do you harvest it?” she asked, smelling it and then tasting the steaming liquid. It was hot, but delicious. “It grows out across the desert plains. We can only go there at certain times of the year,”
