Rim lifted the girl to the feet by the hair, twisting her head and bending her body. "Go to the Torian room," he said, "and prepare me a bath, and foods and wines, and gather to-
gether whatever you might need, bells and cosmetics, and such, to please my senses."
"Yes, Master," said the girl.

He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent painfully. "Do you wish me to submit to you now?" she begged.
"Do so," said he.

She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then, she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended
her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful. "I am your slave," she said, "Master."

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