Jade clamped her hand over the stinging cheek. Her eyes blazed with hatred. The pig! She thought. Senor was a title of respect, she was in effect calling him Lord, but that wasn’t enough. He demanded that she address him as Master and to use sir when she spoke to him. After the night she had spent with him, she had relaxed, thinking she could trust him. There was no trusting a pirate. They  were all perfidious, craven and depraved. Pendajo, she thought, rebelliously.<br/><br/>Her anger did not feed the emptiness of her belly nor did it stop the pain in her tender skin in the shape of his handprint. She stared at her brown knees that peeked out from under the hem of her skirt as she rested on the pillow at his feet. He held her life in his hands and she had no recourse, even the priest here was in bed with him.<br/><br/>“Yes, Master, sir. I will obey you. May I please have a grape, Master, sir?”<br/><br/>Jade barely reined in her contempt and thinly veiled the sarcasm in her tone. She was hungry and she did wish to eat. She also did wish to escape having her teeth knocked out of her mouth. While she didn’t wish to cringe and grovel, she could try to be quick enough to duck. Thinking to try another tack, she offered,quietly,<br/><br/>“Master, you mentioned that I could assist  you in business today. I am well versed in reading and writing. If those skills could be of use to you, then I would gladly help you. “  “Sir.” She added hastily.