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hurt. I tried to get him to stop the kinky stuff, and that’s when he started beating me for real, no pretending that it was part of sex.” Her mouth trembled, eyes still defiant. “But beating me did excite him. The fact that it didn’t excite me, that it scared me, he liked that, too.”
    â€œRape fantasies,” I said.
    She nodded, her eyes wide as she tried to keep the tears glistening in her eyes from falling. She held herself very still, trying to hold it all inside. “Not just fantasies at the end.”
    â€œHe likes to take you by force.” This from the wife.
    I looked at both of them and fought the urge to shake my head. I’d spent the years from sixteen to thirty in the Unseelie Court, the years of my sexual awakening, so I knew about combining pleasure with pain. But the pain was shared, and it was never done against anyone’s will. If the other person didn’t think pain was pleasurable, it wasn’t sex. It was torture. There is a vast difference between torture and a little hard sex. But for sexual sadists, there is no difference. In the extreme forms they are incapable of sex without the violence, or at least the terror of their victim. But most sadists are capable of more normal sex. They can use that to fool you, but in the end they can’t keep up a normal relationship. In the end what they truly desire must come out, and they must have it.
    How was I such an expert? Like I said, I spent my sexual awakening years at the Unseelie Court. Don’t get me wrong. The Seelie Court has its own brand of unusual activities, but they do share the more mainstream human view of dominance and submission. The Unseelie Court is much more welcoming of such things or maybe just more open about it. It could also be that the Queen of Air and Darkness, my aunt, the overall ruler of the court for the last thousand years, give or a take a century, is very into dominance and borders on being a sexual sadist. She has shaped the court in her image, as my uncle, the King of Light and Illusion of the Seelie Court, has shaped his court in his image. Strangely, you can scheme and lie more easily in the Seelie Court. They’re into illusion. If everything looks good on the outside, then it must be good. The Unseelie Court is more honest, most of the time.
    Teresa said, “Naomi, was this your first abusive relationship?”
    The woman nodded. “I still don’t understand how I let it get so bad.”
    I looked at Teresa, and she gave a very small nod. It meant that she’d listened to the answer and that the woman was telling the truth. Like I said, Teresa is one of the most powerful psychics in the country. It’s not just her hands you have to watch out for. Most of the time she can tell if you’re lying or not. I’ve had to be very careful around her these three years we’ve worked together.
    â€œHow did you meet him?” I asked. I didn’t use his name or say Mr. Norton because both women had been very careful to say only him or he, as if there was no other man, and you would know whom they were talking about. We did.
    â€œI answered a personal ad.”
    â€œWhat did the ad say?” I asked.
    She shrugged. “The usual stuff, except for the end. At the end of the ad it said he was looking for a magical relationship. I don’t know what it was about the ad, but after I read it, I had to meet him.”
    â€œA compulsion spell,” Jeremy said.
    She looked at him. “What?”
    â€œIf you’re powerful enough, you can put a spell on an ad so that the ad brings to you what you truly desire, not necessarily what the ad says you want. It’s the way I ran the ad that Ms. Gentry answered. Only people with magical ability would have noticed the spell on the ad, and only people with exceptional gifts would have been able to see through to the true writing underneath. The true writing listed a different phone number than