As the clouds continued to lift from her mind, she realized she was on her knees, and her arms were pulled behind her tightly, straps holding her wris...ts and even her elbows."You are pathetic, Simone," came the exotic voice out of the silence. "I knew you couldn't resist this meeting - you're so desperate to put yourself in my place that an attempt to see and seduce my slave would draw you in like an ant to sugar."Simone's face grew red with rage, but none of her spasms or jerks loosened her. Winston laughed again, this time moving slightly. The fuckin' snake had gummed him!The boss lady had told Winston about the snake, not Greg or the boss. The boss lady was something else again. So beautiful it made his throat hurt to look at her. Supermodel beautiful, he'd thought when he first saw her, and later he'd found out that his snap description had been accurate. She had been a supermodel. Zane. Zane had strutted runways the world over. Her face and form had graced the covers of. "No!" the Genie yelled. "Only the chosen warrior may handle it."His sister grasped the spear, hefting it. The spear turned into fire in his sister's hands, burning brightly. Aaliyah gasped as the spear lengthened, the point turning into a long, straight blade. The glow faded, and a beautiful yari, a Japanese spear, was in his sister's hand. She smiled, and then preformed a complicated kata, swinging the spear about and punctuating her thrusts with loud yells. She was so graceful, her black hair. "You animal," she said. "Leave me alone. I'm leaving here." You crazy little bitch," he said. "Don't you understand? I own you. I'm going to do you just like I did your girlfriend and you're going to love it." No," she whispered."There's not a goddamned thing you can do about it," he said.She stared into his lust bloated face and she realized what he said was true. There was nothing she could do about it. He was physically stronger and much tougher. He would take her apart if she made a.