? A master to a sex slave? At what point should I call it quits with all of this? When should I simply end this little game? But ... I hadn't solved t...he puzzle yet. How had such a concept as emotional slavery become so ingrained in Dawn's psyche? I had to figure this out. Perhaps just a little while longer."Very well," I told her; and she looked up at me sharply, a huge smile on her face. "But with one restriction." Her bright countenance didn't fade, but she cocked her head in question. "You. You were wearing a loose robe of a flimsy, see-through material and I longed for you to shift from your position so that I could get a better view of you. The small bedside lamp cast you in a soft glow, and when you finally finished one foot I was entranced by the way you gracefully managed to stretch one leg out whilst bringing the other onto the bed. Your robe didn't seem to be hiding much and I was almost sure that you were wearing nothing under it. I could just make out the roundness of one. He whispered in her ear, Mine. She felt a shudder go down her spine. With the necklace and their future marriage, he had bought her. The silver chain around her neck meant that she was his. She wanted the old Luke back. She wanted him to kiss her sweetly and make her giggle, she wanted him to care about her. And, to do that, she knew what she had to do. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly, entwining her fingers in his curly hair. Despite himself, he forgot the cold demeanor he had. He’s aware of the pain now. He can’t move the fingers of his left hand and he knows that arm is broken. It hurts to breathe and to twist his torso and he knows that means he’s broken one or more ribs on his right side. His right leg is damaged and in pain, but unbroken. He doesn’t know it at this time, but his knee is badly dislocated. Later it will occur to him that his injuries are light considering the length of the fall and the ground, but not now. He looks up. The belay is thirty or forty.