"No! NO, PLEASE...no. No, no, NO, NO! Help... PLEASE! HEEEEE-"

I drop to the stone floor.

Damn these visions.

I glance at the hideous cuffs that adorn my wrists.

Damn this curse.

Damn her.

Her pleas are drowned out by the blood that rises to her mouth as a knife slides across her throat.

"AH! FINE!" I cave into myself as if I was in physical pain. "Fine..."

I pull myself to my feet and stagger to the cell door.

"Bloody bastards." I spit as I open the iron door to leave.

I trudge through the Undercity toward the Royal Quarter, passing the living dead as they get on with their lives. A few take the time to sneer at or pity me, but otherwise leave me alone.

I pass through the Royal Quarter and reach the door to a bedroom that is guarded by two elite Forsaken guards.

I gesture to my cuffs and they open the door. As I step through, I think of the day I became what I am now.

"Do you know..." She pauses, appraising me, "How difficult it was to resurrect you?"

I do not answer; instead, I stare into her ghastly red eyes. She stares right back with a cocked brow. The village is silent and everyone is focusing intently on the scene unfolding, as if they are watching a play. Behind her are four guards; to her left, a Val'kyr and to her right, a cruel looking mage.

"You have been such a pain in my ass." She brandishes her unstrung bow, "I have waited for this for years."

She steps towards me.

WHACK!

I recoil violently, as the limb of the bow makes contact with my cheek, stinging the freshly dead skin, my hand automatically shoots up to try and sooth it.

She smiles wickedly, "How delicious." She chuckles deeply, gesturing to the mage. He hands her two cylindrical objects. She crouches before me, grabs my hands and forces the iron guards onto my wrists. I do not resist, as I know it would be futile. Over the years, I've learned how to detach myself from any situation, emotionally and mentally, only allowing myself to simply exist.

Standing back up, smiling sadistically, she says, "These have been specifically enchanted to bind you to my will, should you try to disobey, your punishment will be cruel indeed."

For the first time since my death, I speak, "I thought you gave everyone a choice. Where's my choice? Why won't you let me die?"

She threw her head back and laughed, making the entire gathering flinch.

"You're a prisoner of war, you don't get a choice. There are much worse things I could be doing to you. Besides," Her tone becoming mockingly affectionate, "I couldn't possibly let you rot away, not when I can put you to use."

I scoff, "And what will you have me do? Will you make me a slave? A soldier? Will you send me out with your armies to murder and pillage? Tell me, do you know what it's like to watch innocent people die?" I turn my chin up, "Or have you forgotten?"

She shrieks in rage and brings her hand down hard to strike me. I gasp as my head snaps back from the force and look up at her as she seethed, surprised to see pain in her eyes.

The guards that stood behind her pull me up and drag me off, all the while, Sylvanas was screaming bloody murder. The village quickly turns away from the scene to avoid the wrath of the Banshee Queen.

SLAP!

I am pulled out of my reverie.

That would've hurt if I could still feel things.

"I would have thought you'd learn not to ignore my summons by now."

I remain silent. She sighs.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Are you going to take those off?" She turns and heads toward the bed.

"Yes, mistress." I say through my gritted teeth as I begin to remove my clothes, silently thankful that she is in a good mood.