The savannah sun burns hot today, and the air hums with the energy of the hunt. Abenaa and I stalked a lioness this morning—her strength, her grace, a dance of power. Now, back in the village, the fire crackles, and the young British soldier watches us with wide eyes. He thinks we are savage, but he doesn’t know the pleasures we could teach him. His cock would tremble under our touch, his body helpless between us. The hunt stirs the blood, and so does the thought of breaking him in.