"Come here, slave."

Quivering, I know that I can't disobey him again. To disobey him would mean more pain. I'm biding my time though... biding the time when I'll be able to escape and then come back for sweet revenge. He looks into my eyes. His eyes are dark brown and pools of mystery. I'm almost mystified, I can feel my knees shaking as I stare back at him. He smiles at me, reaches up and cups my face like I'm some sort of pet. "Did you miss me?" he asks.

"Miss who?" I ask. "My captor?"

He smirks, a glint in his eyes. "Dear Zyra, you've been in my possession for several years now. Soon, you'll learn to like where you are."

I move away from him and take a seat on a chair nearby. "I don't do much here," I say. "Except read. And plant things." I tap my finger against the glass-top of the table. He reaches for me, puts his hand around my arm and I look down at it. A chain wraps around my ankle that sucks out all the power I have in me. As long as that chain's around my ankle, there's nothing much I can do to escape or kill him unless I can do it as a mortal woman of no more than twenty-five years old. He, on the other hand, is a warrior trained in martial arts with the blood of hundreds on his hands. His eyes glint. I recognize that look.

He undoes his pants, reaches around to remove his belt and puts his palm on the back of my head. "You know what to do."

I close my eyes, taking him inside of my mouth and tasting the muskiness of his scent. His cock is hard and thick. I can't deny that I enjoy the taste of it, even though he is patronizing, cruel and mean to me. Or that's what I feel, anyway. After a moment, he comes into my mouth and like usual, I feel him slide down my throat. He groans when he comes and I stare up at him, my eyes wide and my heart full of hatred and something else... an emotion that maybe I can't bear to confess right now.

Attraction, maybe.

I can't deny. He's very handsome.

"Good girl," he says. "You've always been good at this part."

He takes off his shirt.

So you see, that's where I was. He captured me all those years ago when I found freedom by possessing the body of a prophetess. His red eyes, looking at me from the dark like glinting ruby jewels. However, it all changed when someone came and rescued me. His name was Ezreal.

True to his brave nature, he was exploring the jungles of which I inhabited until he came upon a gray-colored mansion sitting on its own surrounded by wildlife and greenery. In a few moments, he was inside of the house with a strong feeling that something wonderful was to be discovered. He discovered me. And he freed me.