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"We need your heart beating, but we don't need much else." Chantico crouched down so that he was closer to Malina. "Don't think that your beating heart gives you any power. We don't needs your eyes, or your tongue. We don't even need your nose, or your pretty arms. None of that matters. If you press me I will take this and much more from you." Chantico stood up and walked away. "You sat their in your tower in Tollan eagerly lapping up the shit that we fed you every day. How do you still stand after that." Chantico was now pacing around the room and wasn't looking at Malina any longer.

I do not warrant attention.

"You didn't give a damn what was happening so long as you remained at the head. Empress to an empire that hated you. You think we respected you? All this time?" He turned to face her, the question in his eyes almost looked real. "No. We despised you. We held you in contempt, but we knew that we needed you. We needed to keep you fat. So we built an empire for you. This of that. We built an empire to keep you in the dark. Think of the scale. The art that went into something like that. And you think showing a little fucking backbone will humble me? If that's the case," he turned from Malina again, "you've swallowed more shit then I even thought possible..."

Rage was growing in Malina. The humiliation this man tossed at her feet with such ease and lightness was staggering. He could beat and rape her and it didn't matter. She was a tool to be used and nothing more. The need to keep her in her place was no longer there so they simply removed her.

"...and you can't even comprehend your actual situation. I almost feel sorry for you."