Atnorsa's eyes slide closed again, and her tongue glided out over her bloodstained lips as he spoke.There was little she could say to deny the fact that he could touch her as he willed, that he would see her defiled in what manner pleased him. But those were matters only of the body. She was prisoner, that she knew, but her mind and her will remained her own.<br/><br/>So it was still with quiet certainty that she responded, "I am not a slave," even as his fingertips stroked over her sensitive sex, reawakening the low embers that the heat had subsided to.