Encouraged that dialogue has been established, I push past all the other questions this raises to address the overriding issue here.
“Please, Mistress…What-what do you intend to do with me?”
Brin sneers down with consummate disdain, a timbre of great distaste darkening her tone as she answers.
“Unfortunately for me, I intend to have s*x with you, despicable male – as often as I can stand it for as long it is necessary to conceive another child. I must replace the one that was taken from me. Therefore from now on you will abide with me, and submit to my will in everything. You are my prisoner, my slave, and the source of the seed I need. That and nothing more!
“Surely you understand that only I can provide safety for you on this island. You remain alive even now only through my interce
