hypocrite. It's just more convenient to you to kidnap us because it doesn't involve you taking any risks--or facing the music for your past crimes against my race.”
His eyes widened slightly at her defiance and criticism, but after a moment, he simply nodded. “I suppose you are right. We were told things about humans by the slavers. You should know this. We were told that human females were naturally tractable. That you enjoyed serving. That you were trainable. That you made ideal slaves because it was not offensive to your egos to act as servants to others.”
“And you believed that load of garbage?”
“I didn't know. I inherited my father's servants when he died a few years back, and I've never actually purchased a slave of my own before. The servants are treated well, but I have very little interaction with any of them except for occasionally Miriam. Because everyone has always been obedient, I thought that what the slavers said was the truth.”
She folded her arms across her breasts and looked him right in those emerald-colored eyes.
“Let me ask you something. If you were kidnapped, taken away from everything you knew, stripped of all power and resources, made into a slave--made into a sex slave, with the right to your own body taken away, and subjected to pain and humiliation if you did not toe the line at all times, what would you do? Miriam can explain it to you better than I can.
She's been forced to do this for twenty years, and she obeys because she knows that if she doesn't, she'll be killed. And that is why we're obedient. Because we want to survive. That’s why we give into this humiliating, awful life you bastards impose on us. Because it’s the only way we can live with a gun to our heads.”
His expression had gone from surprised to utterly shocked, and a little bit horrified. “Then what you are saying is that a portion of our society depends on the misery of human beings.”
She nodded slowly, a corner of her mouth tilted up. “Now you're starting to get it.” Deep breath.
She had never actually expected to confront Kaelon and actually survive it. She had expected to simply goad him into being angry enough to push the button on her.
“I'm guessing that your society is so significantly behind ours in terms of social and moral development that you don't even realize that rape is forcing a woman to have sex with you. Instead you gave me this crazy idea that the only way you could rape someone is if she belongs to another man.”
“I'm not saying that it is not cruel to treat a woman in such a way. But women in our culture do not have ownership of themselves. They belong to men. Even the ones that are not slaves are daughters, and then they are wives. If Torvin had succeeded in forcing you to service him sexually, the offense would have been against me, as he intended. He was using you to attack me.”
“Yeah, I get it. You primitives don't realize that women are people. You don't understand that we're your equals and that we deserve the same rights. You don't understand what it's like to have some asshole decide that he owns you, and then have another asshole decide what he's going to break you to piss off the first asshole. You know what?
If he wants to rape somebody and he wants to hurt you, then why doesn't he just try to rape you, huh? But no. Of course not. You've always got to drag some innocent woman into the middle of your rivalry bullshit. God, you people are sick.”
She hadn't meant to start crying, but the the sheer horror of confronting how even the kindest beast-man that she had met yet thought about women, and especially about human women, overwhelmed her.
“You want to talk about how I'm your ideal mate somehow? And that's why you bought me? You want to talk about how there's some kind of special connection between us? Even if that were true, what kind of a man keeps his supposedly fated true love in a goddamned slave collar?
“What kind of a man sees someone
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