‘I had this very strange dream about where Al Mualim appointed me to train Altaïr, but he was so disrespectful and defiant that I had enough so I tied his wrists and ankles together, ripped his robes open to expose that (delicious, scarred, golden brown) skin then started wiping him with a riding crop, telling him that he was going to respect him. When I was out of breath, I stopped and looked him over. He just smiled that cocky smile and said, “Is that the best you’ve got?”’
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