• It has been only a few years since I last saw you, with you standing in front of me now, I can tell you haven’t changed a bit.
    Alas I should know, shouldn’t I? Kept as your prisoner since you slaughtered every one I knew and loved.
    After you did your deed, you came over to me, lightly kissed me on the lips and said you would deal with me later.
    You look over my naked flesh, your eyes lingering on the scars that you gave me.
    Slowly you walk up to me and put your hand gently on my face, and tilt my head so that I have to look you in the eyes.
    As you gaze into my eyes and I into yours, a steady fear grips my insides and starts to tear them to shreds.
    I don’t want to imagine what you could do to me, for I can still remember the torture methods you have already used on me.
    That was when your well known sinister smile showed its self, and I heard your husky, deep voice for the first time in over two years.
    “Do you remember the promise I made to you, all those years ago? ... I do. It’s not something I would forget quickly”
    That was when I died on the inside, alas I could remember. A slave once came in and told me I was of mating age and thus I must have a mate. I was only 16 at the time.
    Yet a month later I was told that I was promised to the very man who tore my life, body and soul apart.
    He had come now to collect, but I will not let him win overall!