Shego awoke to a kiss on the cheek. Her hands lit with that familiar green flame but she was unable to give him the beating he deserved. She lit up with rage as he showed off his stupid smirk.

"Ah ah ah" he chided. "That's no way to greet the one you love."

"The one I love?" she spat in disbelief. He chose to ignore her comment.

"We have a busy day ahead of us, Shego. Shower up and get dressed, then meet me back here." He threw a dress at her as she walked away.

"Here, wear this," he commanded.

She hated the way her body moved at his command. She hated it even more that she was turned on by it. She could feel her body fighting itself, trying to choose it's own way. But her feet still shuffled awkwardly to the bathroom. Stupid blue idiot couldn't do anything right. Oh, but he could make a fool out of her. She turned on the light to a dirty bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror she growled in irritation. Right in the middle of her pale green forehead was a chip. She tried to rip the damn thing off but it shocked her. She turned away from the mirror as a tear rolled down her cheek and undressed quickly.

As her body stood under the stream of hot water she finally felt she had some control. She could at least postpone getting out of the shower. She touched the chip gently with her fingertips. She let the water run and her mind began to wander. His soft, blue hands draped around her wet, naked frame. The image in her head kept getting more intimate until she could imagine him kissing her in places she hadn't been touched in awhile.

She shivered. Why the hell would she picture that? She scrubbed her body furiously, as if to wash away the dirty images, but it was no use. He had control of her body, and he was in her head. The worst part is he knew it. That smug jackass knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she resented him endlessly for it.

She dried off as slowly as possible, got dressed in an elegant, silk, lime green gown and then gave into his direction to meet him back in the bedroom he imprisoned her in.

"My queen" he said softly upon her return.

"I'M NOT-

"Stop" he said calmly. "You will be my queen and you will be by my side when I rule the world."

God, he was delusional. It was only a matter of time before she broke out of his control and beat him within an inch of his life.

He gave her a loving smile that made her stomach churn. It just wasn't natural. It wasn't the way they related to one another. She felt like he was breaking the unwritten rules of their relationship. This is what upset her more than being held against her will, or even the mind control chip on her forehead. Both of those things happened before, but never, ever did he ever refer to her as his 'queen'.

"Listen up, asshole: if you think you're able to keep this up forever, you're dead wrong. When I get free you're as good as dead."

He chuckled, pissing her off more.

"Wouldn't you rather I hold you?" he practically sang.

"No!" she exclaimed losing her composure.

"Now, now, Shego, tell the truth: don't you want me to hold you?"

"No!" she repeated. Both of them were a little shocked by her reply.

Drakken was stung. He seemed childlike, helpless. She almost felt bad for him.

"Plans cancelled. Stay in your room." He stormed off, grumbling incoherently as he left.