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.

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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.

Cut Strings

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 /

Tie Me Down Forever

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.

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Word of advice: To be able to write decently, one must get some sleep. Obviously I didn't.