Oblivion

"I don't think now is the time. . . ." I trail off as I realize what she's after. "No. I won't let you subject yourself to its will!"

"It's the only way, Master," she holds her ground, placing her hand on my cheek and imploring me with her brown eyes. "We need to know what it wants, why it's holding the army back."

"There's nothing to tie you up with," I continue to argue.

Without hesitation she rips off her shirt, baring her naked breasts. "Shred this and use it." Alloria takes the cloth from her, and begins tearing it into ribbons.

"But I. . . . But. . . ." I can't figure out what to say.

"I know I am the least of your women, Lyden," she tells me, using my name for the first time since she willingly became my slave. "Let me do this for you."

"But you're not the least," I tell her vehemently as Alloria binds her hands and feet.

"I love you. You have opened my eyes to who I truly am. No matter what happens, don't forget me."