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look at him anymore.   The fact that he was still threatening me built up tears behind my eyes.   There was something more going on here.   I’d thought he’d had a real reason to be annoyed with me in the beginning, i.e. I wasn’t sexing his master.   Now I could see no matter what I did he’d continue to make me feel like dirt.   This sort of defensiveness was due to fear.   What the Hell did Whore have to fear from me?   
    “Once I’m finished setting up Lord Elentinus’ meeting you and I will start work in the conference room.   You need to prepare for the day.”
    “I’m not going to get up naked with you here.”
    He gave me the Dak-Hiliah nod and left.   I didn’t move for a while.   Whore had burrowed into my heart like a maggot.   The thought of having to work with him made my tears finally spill.
    I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.   I was giving him power over me by letting his abuse upset me this much.   It’s what he wanted.   Don’t give him the satisfaction, Maritza.
    The meditation, along with a soothing shower helped settle my nerves.   After breakfast I headed for the conference room.
    Whore’s next act of cruelty slapped me in the face the second the room lit up.   My notes, all of my work, had been erased.   I closed my eyes and collected myself yet again.   Then I summoned Kang.
    “Is there any way to get back what I wrote yesterday?”
    “Yes, mistress.   The screen’s memory can be transferred to a tablet.”
    I put my face in my hand.   “Yeah.   Sure.   A tablet.”
    Kang rolled over to the wall and accessed a hidden panel on the wall perpendicular to the screen.   My writing reappeared as faint grey scratchings, and then darkened to solid black.   I put my hand on my chest to give a sigh of relief.
    “Oh, thank God.”
    “Get rid of that garbage!”  
    Whore’s bellow from the doorway made me jolt.  
    “We’re not using any of it.”
    I had to sit down.   It was too early in the morning for my nerves to be this frayed.
    “What are you talking about?”
    Whore stomped over to me and handed me a tablet.   “Read it.   Sign it.”   He put a stylus in my hand.
    In the time it took for my eyes to adjust to the red screen with purple writing Whore went to the wall and erased it again.   I made no attempt to stop him since Kang had shown me how easy it was to get it all back.
    The alien script on the tablet was magically as easy for me to read as English writing, and this was no mean feat.   Only part of the language was character symbols; most of it was pictograms.   Reading it made me realize how different the sentence structure was compared to English.   I’d never been more grateful for the language magic than at that moment.   This would have taken two lifetimes for me to learn.
    Whore sat down next to me and started rapping his fingers on the table.   I wanted to sock the idiot on the nose.
    The writing was a letter to Pakpo.   It started out with a horrible introduction of me, where I admitted being childish, demanding, and presumptuous.   I warned that an inflated sense of entitlement was a failing of my species that would likely prevent humans from assimilating Dak-Hiliah culture for several generations.   This insight into Whore’s opinion of me made my face hot.   The only reason I forced myself to keep reading was because I didn’t want to relinquish the tablet.  
    I’m actually glad I soldiered on.   The letter talked about the situation the lesser races of the Dak-Hiliah had endured in their own quests for equality.   Whore described how the Etiken (Whore’s race) had to make a severe personal sacrifice in order to attain a position of status within their society.   Apparently they were restricted to “disgraceful” jobs like sewage handling and corpse management unless they’d paid a penance to their superiors.   Whore suggested that the kidnapped brides should stay under Shindray’s rules so they’d