"What is your name? You don't have to speak, just think, and I'll hear... Neylira! Yes? You cannot die, I will call the resurrector and he will revive you. This will happen endlessly until you come to terms with it. Why do you need it? Dying is very painful, believe me."
He continued his monologue, stroking Neylira in his arms:
"It's a shame that you don't like me so much. You could live like a queen, in beautiful surroundings and outfits. I don't need kids so… you can live longer. It's sad to be immortal, I don't even remember how many loved ones died in my arms. They could not be resurrected. And the destructive baby crystals are to blame for everything! The fire of their essences burns out the bodies of women. My wives only lived with me not longer than ten years. How many years have I reached? To much!"
Neylira forgot herself from the sound of his velvety voice, and woke up the next morning in bed in an embrace with her owner. She tried to remember what happened between them and was about to slip out of his hands, but the sleepy Adivaris pressed her closer to him, whispering languidly:
"You are mine now, my love, no need to run away..."
She almost cried from powerlessness that she was taken advantage of, but the only reassurance was that everything happened in an unconscious state.
The handsome man spent all his free time with her, taking excessive care of his captive: dressing her in beautiful outfits , feeding her, doing her hair, putting her to bed next to him, squeezing her tightly in his arms like a favorite doll.
Out of hopelessness, Neylira endured everything in silence and did not answer when he asked something, she hid her eyes, showing with all her ignorance that she refused to communicate with him.
He often took her with him on shuttle flights around the planet and over large cities. Adivaris stubbornly waited for the girl to revive at least a little because of the pleasant impressions, but in spite of everything, she remained sad and distant.
One day she exhausted of her silence and decided to talk:
"How are you not tired of messing with me? Is it really not clear that I don't want to live with you? You would find another girl who would look into your mouth, expecting mercy from her master and be touched by your every grimace."
Adivaris, taken aback by her rudeness, answered with a grin:
"I already had a lot of these. For me there is no great pleasure when they love me, and you are special, it's difficult with you. This is the first time I've come across one like this, and I won't let you go, don't ask. Tell me more hurtful words. Be as you are! I like that you are not happy with anything, it's more fascinating."
"You are nuts! A sick idiot! War-crippled winged creature! Hate you!"- Neylira screamed desperately.
"Yeah… , that's it, smart girl, humiliate me. Talk bad to me. The worst, the better. How lucky I am to have you, so rude and ungrateful, … just what I need,"- the aristocrat said with a pleased face, looking at her lustfully.
His penetrating, fiery gaze disturbed her to the depths of her soul: whether it was love or this type of perversion, but the fact that today he would bring down all his passion on her was for sure. It's good that she won't remember anything, but still what was coming made her body tremble.
Neylira could not pretend to be tender and affectionate, but even if she became like that, he still would not let her go.
"What do you do to me when I'm unconscious?" - Neylira asked contemptuously.
"What do you think? I love you sweetly, kiss you and enjoy your mana. Yours is special, tastier than that of ordinary girls. I won't let you go anywhere as long as you're alive..."