Ari's decision

Ari sat down on a comfortable seat as she faces Ardit. He was sitting on a reclining chair, set up straight so he could give her his undivided attention.

Upon getting comfortable, she began, "Ardit, I've been thinking a lot about this. I don't know who you are, only that you are my master, and I don't know what you are thinking. That's why I was hesitant to say anything. My mind is still confused and I don't know what to say. On the one hand, you are my master I got to do what you demand of me. That's what makes me so mad. On the other hand," she pauses and takes a short breath, "you are not such a bad person."

"Is that so?"

"Don't get me wrong, I still don't believe in your morals. I feel you are just as corrupted as any slave owner. But there is something... different about you," Ardit smiles at this, "with that said, I don't want to be mad at you. but neither can I respect you. I don't like the idea of owning a person at all."

"So what is it that you have decided, dear?"