“Yes.” His foot was on her neck. “You will be who I want. You will imbibe what I want. You will bleed if I want.”
Stavanna swallowed, hard, as he rolled her onto her back. “You will imbibe what I wish,” he repeated. “When it pleases me, and only then.”
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