Was Kolin a sex object? The answer was yes. In fact, it could be said that every face, worn by the woman originally known as Kujaku Mai was a sex object, including her original one. Even so, she had standards, and that was what set her apart. She alone in this world was unattainable in certain ways. She alone refused to be treated as trash by men. What happened in sex was meant to please her, not the man in question alone. Why should she do something degrading like making sure a man got to finish, when such a thing would happen regardless of where he stuck his dick in the first place? Why should she have to work extra to make some man happy when all that was going to happen was the same dribbling explosion that always happened? Well, she was about to find out.
Jason stood and lorded over her. As if he was well and truly in charge here. He aimed his foot over her wounded self in that same place he'd continued to nudge throughout their conversation. Her eyes widened, and she softened ever so slightly. Though the pain of this was something that she expected, she still did not really want to feel the fracture of her body in such a way. He came down to the level of her face and spoke in an oddly calm manner. Wasn't that a bit frightening. He managed to be surprised by her admission but then slapped her across the face with the back of his empty hand. Her entire face flew to the side and then she found herself looking back at the man who was now speaking calmly. According to him, this part wasn't her choice. She'd either do it, or get worse treatment. All she had to do was get across this shitty desert... and once she was there nothing about this man would matter anymore. He was definitely on the list of people she would murder now, right beside the other blondes who crossed her. This face was dying regardless, degrading it in this way would mean she'd never take it again. She'd never want to experience being this person who fell to a desert ship captain on her weakest day. There was fury below the surface of Kolin's visage. Nothing she would have done could happen. He wasn't fawning all over her trying to kiss and adore her. He was abusing her physically and mentally, dominating her in every aspect of her life. Even forcing her to cross lines she'd never have crossed of her own accord. He wanted her broken for him... more than she already was, disgusting. Her goals were bigger than this moment, she'd hadn't spent this many human lifetimes trying to get back her status to be felled by one stupid man's short-term desires. She could take solace in knowing she wouldn't be the only one to know this treatment. Everyone woman and slave she ended up with would be worse off than this if she had anything to do with it. No man would ever treat a woman kinder than her in her presence again. Never would she allow such softness to appear again. And how would this go for her now... what did she want to do now? Well obviously appeasing this man would get her a bit farther away from all of this physical tyranny. "Fine." Still she wasn't about to risk more physical damage to her person just because he wasn't sure how much control he needed over this situation... she'd do what he asked, though she wouldn't be happy about it.