Yes, I do.
Imagine it then. Imagine every detail of those miserable depths
the place where slaves are housed, where they are chained and whipped and trained to serve. Imagine it, Regan, in such rich detail that you can taste the air and hear the screams and touch the fear.
It took no effort to see the pictures clearlylike theyd been implanted in the bedrock of her soul. It did take effort, though, to arrest the clamoring desire that was building toward a spasmodic end.
Do you see it clearly? the master asked.
Yes, yes, of course.
His hands werent on her pubic moundhe stood too far away now for him to reach itbut they were there in her imagination, or perhaps psychically massaging the climax from her. She could feel their pressure, the fingers searching for entry and fin
