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suffer at least as much as the Etiken had.   The only change he thought appropriate was to allow human women to share beds with their husbands.   The reason he allowed this was in his next digression where he talked about how important sex is for Dak-Hiliah men.   (Really?)  
    I set the tablet down on the table.   “I’m not signing this.”
    Whore opened the satchel with the control unit for the collar.   My heart started to thunder in my chest, but I held my ground.   He took out the unit and moved his thumb over what I assumed was the zap button.
    “Husband…”   I looked Whore dead in the eyes.   “Hor-Denay impersonated me by writing a terrible letter to Pakpo with my name on it, and then shocked me with the torture collar when I refused to sign it.”
    “You said you wouldn’t make him pick sides between us!”
    “I’m not going to let you get away with torturing me!   Kang’s a witness.”
    He looked incredulous.   “Who’s Kang?”
    I pointed to my pet Domestic.
    He made a disgusted grimace.   “You need to wise up, Maritza.   This isn’t the absurd leisure world you used to live in where you could do as you pleased.   You’re in my reality now.   No one’s going to cater to your whims.”
    As he said it he put the control unit back in its satchel.   I held back my victory cheer.
    “You’re not going to get what you want either.”
    He made a snide smile.   “You don’t think so?”
    “No.   Lord Elentinus is going to read the letter before it goes to Pakpo.   He told you to help me with formatting.   You think he’s not going to be able to tell if you wrote the whole thing?”
    Whore grumbled and turned away.   He had that rude hand up to silence me, but I kept going.   I felt emboldened since I’d called his bluff on the shock collar.
    “You’re going to have an influence on what I write—I accept that, but if you just write the whole thing in your normal obnoxious tone he’s going to know it.   It has to at least look like something I might have written.”
    Whore crumpled the top half of his body over the table.   His groan was so loud it echoed against the walls.  
    “This is going to take forever!   You don’t deserve to take up my time like this.   I’m not some bored housewife looking for busy work.   I have a million things to do.”
    “So go do them.   I see the formatting I need here in your letter.   I’ll write my own version on the wall, and I’ll get you when I’m done.   We’ll go over it together and compromise on changes.”
    He lifted his head to sneer at me.   “I’m not going to compromise with you.”
    “Then you’re the childish one.   Not me.”
    This made him laugh cruelly.   “You actually think I’m beholden to you.   My dear, you are not my equal.   You.   Are.   A slave. ”
    Excuse me?   He was grasping at straws to find ways to knock me down.   I felt like this was one argument I could easily win.   The more I argued, though, the more he gained the upper hand.   He was like an internet troll, thriving on conflict.   I could never win an argument with him.   I’d just be diverted from my goal of writing the letter, which, of course, was his whole point.  
    “I will drag my poor husband into our drama if you don’t compromise.”   I hated the idea, but his bullshit needed a cork shoved in it right from the start.   This was too important.
    His eyes narrowed.   “You really want me for an enemy, Maritza?”
    “You already are my enemy!”
    “No.   I am the loyal servant of my master.   I see what love and the satisfaction of sex may cause him to overlook.   I act in his interests only.”
    I couldn’t resist this time.   I grabbed the tablet and scrolled to a particular section of his letter.   “How is asking human women to pay a penance the way your race did serving Elentinus?   This whole letter just focuses on your personal issues.   None of that should apply to us.   We aren’t a