Mohini started to pull away, but the cold stare of Anastasius' eyes fixed her body in place. SHe wanted to protest to say something in defiance, that fire that still burned within her eyes. though she had not fought, she had not been conquered and she still hoped for escape. Still she remained fixed in place, her arms held up against his thigh, her body pressing his leg, and she simply stared up at him. Unable to move, ordered not to, and unable to speak for fear of what he might do. A fear sparked by the rememberance of the screams she heard while on the ship. What had he done to the other amazon below those decks? She swalloed a rapidly forming lump in her throat and turned her head to regard the othwr woman while Anastaius spoke.<br/><br/>She couldn't believe that the mere words ofthis man could affect the wild woman who had been her fellow captive, but somehow she had been drugged, or something had addled her mind. She had been so docile, yet now the woman began to fight again. Then, as if a fire suddenly quenched by a drought of icy water, the woman fell obedient again at the man's mere words. Mohini gasped in astonishment as she watched the Amazon impale herself on her captor's hard shaft, heard the terrible cry of her innocence stolen away. Mohini turned her head away from the sight, her mouth still hanging open in shock and looked up at Anastasius, studying him, her eyes full of questions. How could his words command her? Was he some kind of sorcerer? Could he do the same to her, and could she resist if he tried? Mohini stared, the questions to which she had no answers to burning in her mind.<br/>