There are whole books telling you how to deal with slaves. The hell with them! I can train my own damn slave. I knew from the moment I met Anna that I had to have her. Not just have her; her. She was ripe for it, too. A wild little thing silently crying out for control. Well now, by God, she's going to understand the meaning of "control." And not by force. She wants it. Needs it. Agreed to it in writing and with a blood oath. She's mine now, my property. She loves me. She fears me. She has acknowledged that the only purpose of her existence now is to serve me.


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