I spent the morning with my Master a few hands back and well..the intensity of his need for me had not changed one bit in 20 vars. You could see it in his eyes while he used me. Hear it in his words as he pounded home his Mastery of me.. I am still his. I am his slave. I will never belong to another like I do him. When he finally takes his journey to the city of dust I will walk hand and hand with him into the flames. Unlike when I was the slave of Tarm.. I know I would not survive the death of Mallick Rel Tarnsman of Thentis. He is under my skin, in my heart and the marrow of my bones. Everything I am.. is his. He is a part of every inch of me. Every breath I take is because he allows it. I never thought I could love like I do him. Don't get me wrong.. I love Tarm. He was my world, he broke down every wall and fence and barrier I had and placed himself within the valves of my heart so deep it beat for him. But in the end things had changed. He sold me.. he sent me away and he scared me for life. When he returned for me we were both distant and scarred of what the other would do or say.. and just when we were on the right track he was dead. He freed me in his last will and testament. A last barb to a damaged heart. It was Mallick that found the me within the shell. It was him that coaxed the slave girl I am from the ashes of that pyre. He found me.. living free and suffering and made of me a slave.. his slave. I bent and molded and shaped me to his liking.. and in the end.. the love I felt for him overcame all. He might not Love me in the traditional sense.. perhaps it is more of an obsession he holds of me.. but it is intense.. and total and in the end.. it makes me his. I am glad he makes it so. I have not spent much time with him since that day... and I am tied up in knots without him. Perhaps tonight I will beg an Inn guard to truss me up and lay me at the foot of his couch for his enjoyment when he gets there...
