Come back here and sit down.' Sara stood staring at the doors with their winking gold handles that were always to be touched with gloved hands. She didn't want to turn around to face him — he couldn't make her! 'And . . . and if I don't want to? If I refuse, will you have your feudal servants carry me bodily back to my chair? I tell you, I want to leave here. This place - and your presence! Hlow dare you treat me like .. . like an inmate of a Moorish harem who is not allowed the privilege of freedom?' 'If you had truly been a harem woman, my dear Delight, I think you would not want to leave, for you would be too busy trying to make yourself your master's favourite plaything! But if you were stubborn . . . then you would have been either whipped or drowned. Be thankful that I don't intend to do either — unless you push me too far! And now - please come back here and take your seat again. Why humiliate yourself?' There was no help — not so much as a flicker of feeling — in the faces of the two men who faced her with their eyes fixed on some spot far above her head.
What do You think about Love Play By Rosemary Rogers?
