Ohgawd an update. It's based on the two minute dare: complete a drabblefic in any narrative style you don't usually use. And I was half-asleep so I decided to dabble in Arkana and Zenobia who get next to zero fandom.
You have potential, child. It will be a waste to kill you. I can feed you, clothe you, shelter you – teach you skills beyond your wildest dreams.
All that for a price.
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Cut Strings
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Arkana.
Smooth voice, slow movement – tracing my jaw, moving over skin. Slowly, gently.
/ Master/
Soft honeyed tone, coaxing. Eyes emotionless. Threatening. No more glib words, no ineffectual blustering. No act to hide behind now.
Cold gaze will know.
/ You have beautiful eyes /
Never my own choice, I think, pain or pleasure, punishment or reward, life or death. I am not supposed to want others things. I am not supposed to think like this. I am a puppet. I am a doll.
Tell me.
I am…
/ Slave /
Mine?
Yours.
/ It won't change /
What else is there to say?
Always?
Forever.
/ Don't think that /
That is the way it will always be.
Remember that.
Yes.
/ I want to fly /
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Tie Me Down Forever
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It is imperative that you do exactly as I say. You must never make mistakes, Arkana. Remember that.
Your freedom is the price for your life.
Word of advice: To be able to write decently, one must get some sleep. Obviously I didn't.
