Zyra moaned as I withdrew from her, her body aching.“Is your pretty mouth done being defiant yet?” I snapped. “Or should I fill that too?”“You’re despicable.”“I’m aware.” I said dully. Feeling a hint of remorse as I saw the way she bowed over as I stepped back from her.Obviously aching.She turned and took a few steps. Ignoring her robes on the ground.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. My words making her stiffen. “I didn’t say I was done.”“Please, Magus…” She whispered without turning.“My Magus.” I corrected.“Please let me go, My Magus.” She said so softly I barely heard her.I hesitated a moment. Feeling myself soften. Afterall, I was angry, but I didn’t hate her.I want her. Always.“No, Zyra.” I said as softly as she had.“Come back here.” I pointed toward my feet.She returned. Shoulders slumped in defeat.I was gratified that finally she could acknowledge I was formidable. Finally, she knew she couldn’t win against me unless I let her.After years of torturing m
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