Brom drew his dagger down, slipping it between her skin and her already ruined gown.  His other hand slowly curled into a fist in her long soft hair as he began to cut the front of her gown open.<br/><br/>"Oh but you will," he promised softly, "You are not the first of Diune's chosen to be taken by my family.  My father took one of your sisters in his youth, and for nearly forty years she has served him loyally and faithfully...  As you will serve me."