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He turned back to Elinor and petted her hair while he turned to look at the book. 

"If you say you can read, you can read for me," Marcus said and smiled. 

"But Master, a simple slave like me cannot read," Elinor repeated in fear. Now she hesitated if it was better to admit she reads and face what happens after that. Master could sell her to Qiyantun like Karabert, or she could give her to a torturer to make sure she was not a spy. 

"I like how you look at the text. It turns me on." Marcus continued. "I wanted to buy one slave that can do more than simple chores, but I didn't want to buy that kind of slave by accident."

Now Elinor listed more tension in Master's words. It was impossible to be sure if slavers were lazy and never realized the girl could read or if she was sent on a mission. It was also more than likely that slavers couldn't read, but they knew numbers. So it was difficult to understand the truth, especially when the girl declined when asked. 

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Fritz Sands

Fess up, girl.