The guard slapped Tara hard across the face...
"Lie face down on the bed you infidel slut!", he yelled at her.
Tara had little option but to do as she was told......the guard's sword was still unsheathed....and she was too young to die.
The guard picked up a hand drill that was laying on the divan by his master's door. It was left there, no doubt, by the carpenter who had installed the new door handle....
"We are going to play a game", he said to her. "This game is for my pleasure....not for yours. You will do everything I demand, or I will do irreparable damage to you....in ways you could only but imagine. I will enjoy myself WITH or WITHOUT your obedience. The choice of which form of enjoyment I am to receive is in your hands....or, perhaps, in mine...."
With that he showed Tara the hand drill....and made a drilling motion in the air with it to show her how sadistic he might well be. |