A Surrender in Ambergris (гет)

Jaffar buys Yassamin at the slave market.
Without a word, he drags her onto her feet and begins to tear at her clothes. She screams and she screams as she is thus defiled, shamed, but he ignores her cries as he dances around her, ripping her precious garments to pieces. Perhaps she had deserved this all along, she thinks as one by one, her silks flutter at her feet, for she is a bad woman, he now exposing her guilty flesh as he had exposed her wanton nature, leaving her defenseless, bare.
And thus she stands in the centre of the room, naked, he still in his torn shirt and drawers, laughing at her. "Much better." And when she tries to cover her breasts, cover her sex with her hands, he but purrs, nuzzling her face. "Exactly what I was hoping to see in the back room at the slave market," he croons, "until you so cruelly deprived me of the pleasure of inspecting you." He lifts her hair from her face and smiles. "But you will not pass out on me this time, will you, my sweet? Hmm?"