<strong>Eloise and the Commander</strong><br/><br/>Eloise looked curious at MacHeath’s confession, not even really afraid as he had suggested. Both MacHeath and Harden were attractive men, in a base, ultra-masculine way. Unlike Harden, MacHeath hadn’t really forced himself onto her, though he had just admitted to at least considering the possibility. She crossed her hands underneath her chest and eyed him with a mixture of confusion and amusement.<strong>“With respect Commander, but you are confusing me. First you give me a speech about how you are trying to protect us girls, then you admit that you are considering taking me against my will as well. Which is it?” </strong>She took two steps to bridge the small distance between the two of them and ran her hand across his cheek in a tender gesture.<strong>“If I’m honest with you, I am still terrified of being used as a fuck doll by your men… but I’m not afraid of being here alone with you…”</strong>