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He is my partner in life, my mate, my love, my sanctuary. Were it not for him, I think that I would drift apart, scatter on the wind like so much dust and ashes. I am his.
Of course, he is also mine. When we are alone, I dominate, and he is a willing slave to what I want. There is nothing, nothing in Heaven or on Earth that Amun would not do for me. If I asked for the Moon herself, he would bring it.
The only time he has lied to me was when I first served him as a slave, so many centuries ago. He told everyone that he was a mere man. The older slaves knew better but told us, the younger generation, nothing – for what use would it be if we were frightened? How would we live if we cowered in fear before our master? We were lucky to serve a man whose worst attribute was his love of the flesh, and they shielded us young ones from the terrible knowledge.
It is true that he saw me as nothing but property when I first began to serve him. It is true that to him, I was worth nothing more than what my body could provide for him. It is true that when he changed me, it was only because he thought me as loyal to him as any being could be to another. But he has not used me nor forced me in any matter in all of my existence. All was with my consent, with my knowledge. He has no secrets from me, while I… I keep so many of my thoughts to myself.
The only time he has denied me was when I was changing, when I was becoming what I now am. He fled with me from the city somewhere no one could hear me scream. I told him over and over as my blood burned: I want to die. What did my loyalty to him matter in the face of such pain? Something must have stirred his heart then. He let me be for more than a decade, teaching me to hunt, to fight, to pass through the world safely and unnoticed. Somewhere in that space of time, I fell for him, and he for me. My loyalty to him strengthened with my love. He did not pressure me with his own feelings; he waited for me to admit them to him.
The first time I touched him, I felt warm. Me, myself – I felt warm, wild. How strange it was to me, with my icy body and cold heart! I channeled all of it outward; I was wild and aggressive. And he was happy – ecstatic, really - to let me dominate over him.
The first time I encountered another of our kind, seventeen years after he changed me, I stayed silent. I followed Amun; I looked to him. There was no reason for me to ever interact with anyone else.
For he is my entire world. He is the only one to whom I show myself and not merely what others expect to see. I would have it no other way. He is the one who knows me the best; he is the only one who sees both the sweetness and the spice.
I am his. He is mine.
For the record, the name "Kebi' means "honey".