He made it all seem suave, erotic, and perfect. I mean, more than normal. It didn't really show in his voice, but he was as angry as I'd seen him. I was left sitting on the floor not knowing what to say, or who to comfort, or even how to start comforting.
Two of the girls were his regulars. Damian had grabbed at my shoulder at the first line of light that crawled across the floor. The law isn't about justice or mercy. A trick to bind the servant to the master, and the master to the servant, so that both served the other willingly, joyfully.
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