"So, Belicia, you're not a woman content with being subordinate; no one can possess you."
"Including the Dark Street Brotherhood."
Rafael stared thoughtfully at the woman lying sideways on the table, her gaze vacant as she futilely tugged at the handcuffs chained to the leg of the table; beneath her shapely curves, there was an air of languid indifference.
"No woman is content with being subordinate, all possession is against their will," Belicia glanced at him coldly:
"Even those who think they're willing and have gotten used to reliance."
Barrenbone People glanced at the one-way glass.
Thales noticed that the Black Prophet beside him silently chuckled, causing the vines around his knees to shiver back and forth.
Rafael flipped through the files at hand and returned to the subject:
