<span style="color: #00b300">"by then they will understand what they are doing and they will respect their mother because we will teach them to do so."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"i can do that with a thought."</span>he continued to monitor Nyx as he picked her up and laid her on the table and Shauna sat next to her holding her hand.<span style="color: #ff8000">"what she is doing to herself is complete madness but it seems to be working."</span>Sharindia returned the hug and squeezed him tight while Ophidian frowned and quietly severed the younger Kitori's ability to call her father.<span style="color: #003366"> "your not supposed to be watching this Ras, you do not need to torture yourself like that."</span>she squeezed him and nodded.<span style="color: #003366">"then stop watching, let me work and know that when you see her again she will not be violent, miserable and hateful anymore."</span>she looked at him for a moment before she nodded.<span style="color: #003366"> "then i will keep my hands off her, but i will never forgive her. she hurt you, she hurt your child and her evasiveness has wounded my pride more then i care to admit... i leave her to you. i must return to Kitori anyway."</span>she turned and vanished for a moment and then returned.<span style="color: #003366"> "Ophidian, do you think your Zelina could spare me a few minutes of her time? if i can find Kitori's weakness it will save quite a bit of time."</span>Ophidian frowned before he nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000">"she says she will meet you out by the stables."</span>Sharindia nodded and vanished.<br/><br/>in her drugged condition, practically in heat as she was and utterly incapable of orgasm Kitori would be in no condition to feel Zelina fleecing through her mind. the Eternal powered priestess would quickly find Kitori's darkest fantasies, her most sensitive areas, her deepest fears and most importantly whatever she was clinging to for the mental strength needed to resist.<br/><br/>Leena walked into her and Nyarien's room and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #ff0000">"dear, we may have a home for your son, if you still want to adopt him out." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>