This was going to be easier than I thought. Next to his unaware sleeping body, I was the hunter, he was the hunted. In his deep sleep I turned him so ... could freely kneel over him, his naked body pressed between my legs. How i'd wanted to be in this position for nearly a decade. His body stirred beneath me, I had to act. Twining his hair around my fingers I pulled his head back. He jerked awake at the force, eyes focusing on me 'Al? What...' he didn't have time to say or do anything else as his. She was still soft and malleable now, seven years later, retaining some of the innocence she’d had when he’d first acquired her, though she was a good student, and learned quickly. He enjoyed that about her, just as he enjoyed the way she’d been molded and shaped by his lessons, by his hands. Some toys, he knew, would shatter when broken. Only the best would heal and grow in a new direction. She hadn't broken; he'd been right about that. As she'd grown, she'd been a delight to him, every. Her mother disappeared when she was thirteen. Saralinda has no idea if she's alive or dead, but she feels abandoned by the only person who ever loved her. Her father and stepmother have been abusive and controlling. And there's been violence. Sexual violence, even. Things came to a head the night you found her, but I haven't really gotten her to say all what happened that day."She should almost certainly be on antidepressants. I'd have some idea of the nature of her depression by observing how. I looked at the chief but his visage betrayed no concern. He clapped his hands two times and uttered a single word, "Ungatta".Within seconds, several older women emerged from the back of the hut with bowls of what appeared to be a very pleasant looking salad - greens, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes, chick peas, shredded carrots, even what appeared to be grated cheese. Each diner had a bowl placed at his, or in my case, her, place. No one made an attempt however, to begin eating, so I waited to see.