Even the ones who could not do magic deserved his respect far more than the soft, pathetic forms of the lesser sex, although the magic-less always deserved to be the chattel of men like him.Even the ones who could not do magic deserved his respect far more than the soft, pathetic forms of the lesser sex, although the magic-less always deserved to be the chattel of men like him. He led her up the flights of stairs and into his bedroom. "Remove your clothes." "Sir..." "Do it!" he growled. "Or I'll flay the skin from your bones." Aimee' looked away, and Teltirray saw her jaw clenched in anger. He smiled to himself, knowing that she was helpless to do anything. She would submit to his whims. She removed her boots, then slowly undid her pants, picking up one leg at a time and sliding out of them. She tossed the scarf aside, but as she removed her shirt she hesitated. Teltirray saw a curious smile cross her face. |