She felt him invading others as she was forced to know their pleasure, fear and then misery. She knew them all by subtle movements he would make and how he took them. The distinctness of each was excruciating to her. She did not want to be a part of this horrible, terrible event. With each pang of pleasure that would edge through her, she felt a tyranny like no other. She was a prisoner of this loveless man and she was aiding him in his despot adventures.
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