“It’s that amazing, Miss Mariel,” he said, strolling to her once he was finished with Simone. “You get off seeing your sisters in distress. And you think this stuff of perverts does not excite you?” He snickered, stroked her chin again, patronizingly. “You’ll hate me. They all do. But then something happens. Something alters in their consciousness, hate turns to love, to adoration—because I have the balls to break the rules and give them what they want.” Simone, abused and in pain crawled to Carlos feet, again bowing in humble subservience. Carlos looked down on her. “You see?” He squatted down and reached between Muriel’s legs, where her crotch was still liquid and the valleys of flesh still sensitive. “You are no different than any other of the women in my home. This should be proof enou
