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Then he realized something—Mia was swaying and chanting too!
“Shit! Hey, Mia? Mia are you all right?”
Sev leaned down, staring at her. She looked like someone in a trance, he thought—like all the other followers of The Prophet.
“Holy and Just,” she murmured. “The man must lead—he is Head of the Household, that is holy and just.”
Sev waved his hand in front of her face. Then he put his face right into hers so she couldn’t see the stage.
“Mia,” he said anxiously. “Wake up!”
She blinked several times, like someone coming out of a bad dream.
“What…what’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” Sev shook his head. “It was like you were hypnotized—like everyone else is here.”
“Hypnotized?” She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Look around you,” Sev told her. He was glad they were up on the knoll, where they could see everyone but couldn’t be easily seen themselves—well, unless someone looked up, but right now all eyes were glued to The Prophet, who was still preaching. Or, “dispensing his Wisdom” whichever you wanted to call it, Sev thought dryly.
“The sin I want to talk about is women withholding themselves—withholding their bodies from their husbands!” the Prophet continued. “THIS IS A SIN!”
“A sin…a sin…” his followers chanted.
“A man has sexual needs thatmustbe satisfied,” The Prophet went on. “Andonlyhis wife can satisfy them. He may not take himself in hand and spill his seed upon the ground—that isalsoa sin. Therefore, his wife must be available to him AT ALL TIMES to meet his sexual needs, for there is no other way for him to meet them without sinning.”
“At all times,” chanted the crowd. “At all times!”
“A wife must be open and ready for her husband to take his pleasure with her,” the Prophet went on. “She must learn that she isnotthe one who will decide when and how sex will occur. Her husband must and will take her whenever he wishes—this breaks down her barriers and strips her of her haughty ways. If she will not submit to him, she must be PUNISHED!”
“Punished…punished…she must be punished!” the crowd chanted.
And Mia was chanting along with them again, Sev realized with a start. Damn it—how did she keep falling under The Prophet’s spell?
“Mia?” He leaned down in front of her, cutting off her view of the stage again. And again, she blinked like someone coming out of a dream.
“What happened?” she muttered. “I feel so weird!”
“You did it again—you got hypnotized. Here—I want to try something.”
Sev straightened up and then, reaching around her, he pulled Mia close so that her back was to his front. He then put a hand firmly over her eyes.
“Sev! What are you doing?” she protested, wiggling against him but not actually trying to escape.
“I want to try something,” Sev repeated. “I want you to listen to what The Prophet says without actually watching him while he says it. Then tell me how you feel about it—okay?”
“Well…all right.” She subsided and stood quietly with his hand over her eyes and they listened to The Prophet speak together.
“Men…husbands…Heads of the Household,” he called from the stage. “Your wives must beTaken in Hand!They must learn that they were put in this Universe for no other reason than to SERVE YOU—especiallysexually! Sexual acts are designed and ordained as a way to show dominance over your wife! You must take her whenever and however you want, to teach her that her rightful place is BELOW YOU!”
“All right, that’s enough!” Mia was struggling against his hand and Sev could smell her fury—sharp and bright as a knife in the artificial moonlight.
“Uh-huh, I thought so,” he murmured. “You don’t like it so much when you can’t see him while he’s talking, do you?”
Mia turned to face him, her gray eyes snapping with fury.
“The man’s apig!”she snarled. “A disgusting, misogynistic pig!”
