As Maxine moaned in terror at the venom in her voice, Siteki frowned, “Why do you hate her so, Dawnelle? I know she found the Black file that you set up, but that’s not it, is it?”
“It’s none of your business,” Dawnelle retorted rudely, and then her tongue ran away with her. “She’s a slave,” she hissed, “a frightened, spineless weakling! I despise her and her sister. They deserve to be slaves and have to submit to men like you! It serves them right if they have to kneel and display themselves and let men paw them and caress them and use their bodies!”
“But you kidnapped them, Dawnelle,” Siteki replied reasonably, “and they don’t have any choice.”
“Humph,” Dawnelle was unimpressed. “Just look at her. She’s begging for it. Just like the randy little slut she is. Don’t waste your sympathy
