“My little pet… My little slave… Hmm…” he hummed. His sinister chuckles made me want to beg him not to do whatever he was going to. I knew that this wouldn't end well for me. A part of me wanted him to kill me now so that I’d be free from the long and painful road ahead of me, but… ...but I also knew that death offered more mercy than I deserved… ...at least in their eyes it did. “To answer your question…” his voice trailed off as he took hold of my shirt and ripped it off of my body. “We are going to have a little fun.” He smirked, grabbing the hem of my pants and ripping them, tossing the torn fabric onto the floor cold floor. “Well…” his voice remained low and dark, his eyes lingering on my half-naked form before shifting to meet my own. “I know I will,” he sneered. *** Don't ever lie...it may just become your reality and I promise that that...is the last thing you want. I'm guilty. I have lived my life, lie after lie. It is how I survived. It is what I learned to do best. Manipulating. Deceiving. To save my life, I played a dangerous game at the cost of the life of those whom I selfishly fooled into protecting me. I wanted power. I wanted everything. I have done horrible things and it is because of it that I kneel with an unclean conscience and a beaten body. I committed a crime—a crime that not even death could pay for—a crime that I pay for as what I once was. My actions have led me to where and what I am now. He is a Seeker: one of the most powerful beings to ever exist. He is my master and I his slave. It is because I am guilty of a crime that I have become A Seeker's Slave.