Chained to a pillar...damn slave masters...roughed me up...pretty bad this time...
But I'll live...I have to....she's coming for me...I think her name is Shawna...this time...well that's what the old shaman whispered to me just before he died...
I'm getting antsy...too weak to fight on my own...i need her to free me...own me...before the full moon...
I can smell her...she's closer than I thought...my heart beats uncontrollably...sweat drips from my brow...my wounds sting...as the winds try to sooth me...
She appears...perfect...just like I had dreamed...many times...and a thousand years ago...
She's swift...each strike...deadly...devastating...they all fold....even that old bastard Captain Collins...his end was well deserved...
She stands over me...smiles...my chains fall...she kisses me...back to life...
Then whispers..."I own you...and you better appreciate it!"
I do...I always will...just like I have...since time began...a Slave to her Beautiful Seduction!
Thank you babylon Gwan Fall!!!
