I stared at him, and then lowered my head. “No, I wouldn’t; I couldn’t.”
“Vulcana would; Laser Lord would; Commission would, and gladly. Any one of my personal enforcers has committed murder before, and they will not hesitate to do it again. You so-called heroes flinch at the idea of even causing an accidental death. You don’t have the stomach for enforcing my autocratic rule. You don’t dare do what must be done.
“So, Daphne, you better serve me in the dungeon and in my bed than you ever could in the field. Now do you understand?”
I nodded, and began to cry. My naïveté had fooled me.
“Slinky,” he said, speaking past me, as he often did, “start her in on corsets, and some basic leather. Step it up another notch.”
The two of them embraced, and I cried harder than ever.
Thursday, Augu
