Chekov seemed to struggle with the dilemma in his heart. The beauty in front of him looked even more beautiful than before and he could not control his lust.
"I can't help it. He will punish me if he knows that I have stolen his future wife."
Medeia whispered in his ear. "But what if he doesn't know? We can play a little before he takes me, right?"
Chekov gulped. "Ma-maybe I can find an excuse to take you somewhere."
She smiled. "Good. But first, can you get me some water from the canyon?" Medeia bit her lower lip. "My lips are so dry."
"O-of course!"
Chekov immediately ran to the springs by himself. When Medeia couldn't see him anymore, she called a man who was standing near the cage.
"Hey, handsome, can I tell you a secret?"
Medeia batted her eyelashes and lowered her jacket so he could see her bare shoulder.
Without question, he approached her. "What secret?"
