Kaïra

In the vast green Amazon, a secret tribe reigned supreme. The women of the Yara tribe were raised to believe that they were superior beings, divine warriors, while the men were merely tools—necessary for reproduction, yes, but otherwise useless. The few males that were captured were used as labor or simply sent away after fulfilling their role. That morning, Kaïra, an elite hunter, was tracking a prey far more intriguing than a simple jaguar. As she silently advanced between the vines, she spotted an unknown figure crouching near a river. A man. A hunter. A smirk stretched her lips. Finally, she found a male outside the village, a wild, raw specimen, a being to be tamed. She emerged from the shadows with a graceful leap, her spear pointed at him. The man jumped, dropping his knife. He slowly raised his hands, his gaze scrutinizing this woman of almost inhuman beauty, her skin painted with tribal patterns, her golden gaze burning with intelligence and malice. “A man lost in the jungle… How lucky,” she whispered mockingly. The hunter did not answer. He was sizing up the situation, sensing the danger emanating from this woman. Kaïra approached, circling around him like a curious panther. “You are strong,” she observed, touching his arm. “Yes… You will make a good slave.” Elias frowned. “Slave?” She laughed softly, amused by his indignant tone. “Don’t worry, you will be useful.” Maybe if you are wise, I will even grant you the privilege of serving a woman like me. The hunter then understood that he was not dealing with a simple warrior, but with a culture where the roles were reversed. A shiver ran down his spine. But what Kaïra did not know was that you had no intention of letting yourself be tamed Kaira didn’t give you time to protest. With impressive agility, she tied his wrists in one fluid movement, using a vine she wore on her belt. —Here, I’m the one who decides. You gritted your teeth. He wasn’t a novice, much less a weakling.