“You can get up,” Sandhu said.
Cressida remained kneeling. “Don’t you want to f**k me?” she said. She didn’t dare look at him, stunned by her boldness. Never had she said such a thing to a man before.
Sandhu stood up and walked rapidly over to her, He grasped her roughly by her hair once more and hauled her to her feet.
“Don’t speak like that,” he said in a cold, angry voice. He struck her hard across the cheek with the flat of his hand. “Do you hear me? It’s immodest. And it’s disrespectful, both to me and yourself. Do you understand?”
He struck her again. Cressida’s head was ringing. Tears welled up in her eyes and her face was burning red, from shame, not just from the blows.
“You may be a slave, but you are not a slut. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “I understand.” She d
