“Speak, friend.”I didn’t see the point in speaking. It wouldn’t help me with my mission. I strode boldly up to the monster and stabbed my swor... right into Kelmam’s guts. Blood fountained, cascading down his dusky muscles to the golden fur of his lower half. He let out a moan of pain, and then collapsed on the ground, spilling Viora off his back.“What,” he growled. “No, he’s fallen under the Biomancer’s control. Run, Viora.”Viora struggled to get up, but her leg was pinned beneath her monstrous. But there is something special planned for later. And I don't want you to be worn out."Now THIS was an unreasonable request. "HA. I won't be worn out from a little relief. When did you ever see me 'worn out?' Except for that one time after the Christmas party at Eric's - and that was because I had too much to drink." What? Did she think I wouldn't be able to get it up for her later?"Oh. OK." She seemed to take it well - the news that I wanted relief. "I'll just call my helpers - who WERE going. My father would not do any damage to my body that might still be visible when I would be handed over to the Khan, so the pain I had to bear was mostly that of needles, even if my father knew how to use them with good effect, upon my nipples, my clitoris, or underneath my toe- and fingernails. I had to learn, he told me, to stay still, without movement, without a sound, when the pain threatened, when it approached, when it set in, when it grew and lasted and did not stop growing, but staying. "To my office a couple of miles away. If you want?" he replied.He was mid thirties, nice looking dark hair, good looking and looked nice in his business suit so I said"ok," and got in the passenger side. On the drive to his office he told me his name was Kevin and he loved cross dressers. He asked me if I had a girlie name and I said I went by the name of Marie. I hadn't previously thought of a girly name but Marie was the first name that came into my head."Ok Marie, when we get to my office.