What was his game? Maybe I shouldn’t open the door. Maybe I should go out, so I couldn’t open the door. Yes, I wanted him but it wasn’t sensible... You can’t just give into your desires, can you?I went into the kitchen, ate some fruit. I turned on the news. The apartment looked too tidy. I sat on the arm of the couch, eating a pomegranate and watching the Pope meet a bunch of poor kids. My grandmother once told me that one seed in each pomegranate is from heaven. I thought about this as I sat. Carrying on in my father's example, I considered the servants my property and freely used them as such. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so. More

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