Manuel_Mza

When she told me to kneel, I did. I understood I was no longer her patient, but something entirely different.

I tried them on one by one in front of the mirror, with him watching from the other side of the screen. It wasn’t fashion. It was pure control.

Hanging on tiptoe with his neck bitten by metal teeth, the captive awaited death when the healer found the gap between the order and mercy.