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...She went with him and she had to, inside a knot of dread,
distracted by all of the things that she feared lay ahead,
disrobed with her mind in a haze, she would not meet his eyes,
complied mechanically when he said, “Now, open your thighs.”
Expected to feel his weight, and the fast beat of his heart,
but Geren just lower his head besides her sacred parts…
the pleasure that took her just then caught her quite unaware,
she’d never even hear of men using their tongue down there,
and though he was her captor, and her life a lousy lot,
all she wanted in that moment was for him not to stop.

When it was finally over, and she lay in his arms,
her mind struggled with all of it, had he not done her harm?
Had not he been one of the men stealing her innocence?
How could she reconcile this with what he had done then?
Perhaps it was a one-time things, since she bore his child,
but that was quickly dispelled, the next night was as wild!
In fact, it became regular, him seeking her pleasure,
wasn’t she a concubine?  Why treat her like a lover?
Why smile when he passed her by, why see that she fell well?
Was it only for the child?  She couldn’t really tell.
And for nine moths she wondered on whether this man could care,
but hope is torment to a slave, and so she didn’t’ dare.

When the day came she was afraid, of things gone wrong and death,
she knew that for many women birth could bring their last breath.
But Geren has his doctor there, paid for a good midwife,
and despite her petite body, everything went allright.
Admist a pain she’d never knowns, she wondered, in a haze,
why Geren went to such expense for a new infant slave?
Why did he hold her in his arms, and haze with raptured Eyes?
She didn’t understand it and was too tired to try.
But then he called to everyone, said, “Bear witness to me,
I claim my daughter for this house, forever she is free!”
This brought a gasp from the doctor, he must’ve thought him mad,
to claim the slave-born as your own, to call yourself its dad…
the midwife knelt down by her said, “By the gods you’re blessed,
your children will never be slaves, sleep now, you’ve earned your rest.”
She passed out watching Geren lift his daughter up with pride,
and when she woke she found them both cuddled up at her side.

CONTINUES IN PART V
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