"I could hear him slap her open handed again.The kids held each other and were being very, very quiet.Just by touching the minds of the kids, I was su...denly angry and scared and hurt and I was all of it all at once. I didn't even think. I just reached out to Frank's mind and just somehow broke something. I turned him off. Where there'd once been a whole human being, there was now something more like a broken doll."Frank?" FRANK!" Daddy!"I heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. The tent. Begging for more attention than he would allow her very capable fingers to give. He knew how much she loved to masturbate and how much she loved to cum... this is exactly why he chose her punishment. Eventually, he’d hear her scream for him as he pressed a vibrator against her clit until her throat was raw and she begged for him to stop. But today was not that day, and with as delicious as she looked strapped to his bed and absolutely quaking with need, it wouldn’t be any time soon. He leaned. Two hundred years since High King Peter’s death, and no one had emerged to claim the old kingdom’s crown. But now he controlled half the country. The western princedoms would fall to him. He’d be a tyrant.I couldn’t believe he’d let his own peasants be taken by Shizhuthian slavers. He had done horrible things before, but this on still shocked me. I thought he cared about his people. He may be a terrible man—he killed my betrothed’s family, save for Kora, just to annul our union, and now wanted. Shortly after we got our own place son number two, Dalton, arrived. Things were tight for a while, but we struggled through. I was working construction during the day and doing janitor work at night and my wife would work nights as well. Looking back, I’m still amazed that we ended up with our third son during that time, but we were young and, as my wife would always remind me, working construction had given me, “a pretty buff bod.” In seven short years my wife had given me three beautiful.