Most races have laws. The Reapers have only one. The strong shall reap. And the weak shall weep. Well . . . It’s time I teach those Reapers a few more. Neither me nor my sisters have ever known a man’s touch. And yet here we are, twelve Sisters of Ataxia, being given as tribute brides to those . . . Reapers. To be desecrated by one of those monsters is nothing short of terrifying. And yet . . something stirs inside of me. Call it curiosity. But I look forward to being this monster’s pet. He will ensure that I earn the right to wear his collar. I will not be afraid. He will teach me everything I need to know. I will break every vow. Shed all my dignity. Burn away my faith. Just to be his jalshagar - his fated mate. What more can I give? Only one final thing… As a priestess now turned pet, he will be my only god now.