"The two ways in which she controlled me fought against each other. My will, my desire, my need was driving me forward but, countering that, was the w...y I was physically held back. There were no actual strings attached to me but there might as well have been. My wrists were pulled back behind me and my head simply refused to move."Maybe if you asked," Sandra said and, with that, my lips were freed."Please, please, Sandra," I said, nearly in tears."Please, what? What is it that you want?". Geoff wanted me to take care of contracts and indirectly of sales. I thought about that. My face would not improve much more. It was scarred and ugly. No eyebrows, a peculiar nose. At least I had my own lips, and a fine set of false teeth, mainly crowns, but my head was a different matter.I had long been embarrassed at my patchy hair, and the bald patches where the scars showed through, until I realised that they would always be visible whether I had the rest of my hair or not. So I had shaved. The only downside to this was that I’d wanted to watch, but I knew from past experiences that she often got carried away. She always made it up to me afterward... in spades!She was wrong about me not knowing she was on the pill though, I did know and I’d been planning on bringing it up in the near future. So why was I sitting by myself in a hotel feeling like the proverbial spare penis at a wedding?Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why!She picked up on the first ring without speaking.“Who’s a. The ugly, oddly flat face of the lion crashed down upon her, and slammed her shield down against her chest when she managed to get it under the beast.“Get off!” At least the monster was big enough she had the room to pull her knees up to her chest, and kick the beast in the ribs with both feet. Sandals pushed hard enough to send the creature back, but it didn’t phase it. Otrera scampered for her sword, but again the beast struck out at her. Every time she moved, it leapt for her, and she was.