If she died, there would be no investigation.If she died, there would be no investigation. He knew that. He had paid good money for that little "feature." He smiled. "Feature." The convenience of sloughing off one of these simple creatures was something he would easily pay for, just to be done with it. Especially in these later years, now that he had found a route to power that once he had only dreamed of. For that route, though, Aimee' was almost entirely used up. Her body could not withstand the pleasures he sought for much longer, although he had to admit that both Bethsany and Darynn had trained her very well, for although his need for violence had increased a great deal, so had her survivability, just by her strength. He would call on their services again to train the next one. Aimee' was sobbing silently as he hauled her through the snowbound streets. "Silence, girl!" he snarled at her. That insufferable noise would drive him mad after too long, and he could not bear to hear it. "You will have plenty of tears when we get home." "Sir, please. I cannot!" "Oh, you certainly can, Aimee'. Because I so will that you can." "Sir!" "I said shut up!" He released her long enough to slap her across the face, then grabbed her by the hair and pushed her in front of him. They reached his small, round home soon enough, and the doors opened to let him in. "Good evening, sir," his chamberlain said. "I will be in the upper chambers tonight, Ricar. See to it that I am not disturbed." "Of course, sir." Teltirray watched, pleased, as he bowed and walked away, his back stiff and strong. Men were like that, he thought, strong. |