I want to see the fire in your eyes

“What else do you want? You were the one who said he wanted a docile slave. But now, you are telling me you don't want it?” I stood from the ground I was kneeling on. “For God's sake, what you do you—”

“This.”

He turned so suddenly, I didn't register what was happening until he had me in a chokehold.

Yet, I didn't struggle.

I only narrowed my eyes to slits as I watched him, with a dark expression on my face.

“I don't want a docile slave. I want one who can fight me all the time.” He threw me to the floor and turned his back to me.

“But you turned me into who I am. You told me you need a pliant slave. Tell me, what else do you require from me? I've done everything in my power to please you, but it seemed you are not one to be pleased.

You are nothing but a monster!”

“Good.” He turned to me with a smirk. “I want to watch you fight against me. I need to see you struggle as I wrap my hand around your throat.

Your arrogance is the only thing that fuels my desire.”

His words made me