She stared at the ground, not attacking. Commands ran through her head in a stern, rude, male voice:

Obey.

Do what they say.

No thinking. No second thoughts. No talking back.

Obey.

Never say no.

Never think.

Do this, slave, and you will be safer. But you will still be mine.

OBEY.

She closed her eyes, and a small tear trickled down her face and dropped onto the ground.

(That was from her past. Its... a long story.)

(Seems gruesome)

Four of them walk her into the castle, guiding her to the throne room where the king himself sits. He looks away from the maid speaking to him, tilting his head slightly as he looks down at her. He waves the maid away, bored. "And who are you?" He asks, his voice stern and strong, the power of his presence making the air thick.

Alex looked at the king, lowered her head in respect, and said softly but clearly, *my names Alex. Just Alex. No parents to give me a last name.*

(Yeah. And...

Well, it was bad. Ill talk about it later in the RP.)

He nods, thoughtful. "No parents? Where were you born, Alex?"

Rieka sighed. Building a new house will take forever. Maybe theyre just done and I can move back to my old house. Ill just fix up the broken wall and move back in. Continuing life will be easy. She said quietly. She stood up and started back to her home. When she got there, she didnt bother with the door and stepped right through the hole in the wall. She dropped off her stuff then fell onto her bed.

Alex shrugged. *far away. I dont know where. My earliest memory is me waking up under a bridge at the age of 9, with rags for clothes and nothing else.* more commands flooded her mind from the same voice.

Dont escape.

If you do, return home for punishment.

Accept punishment.

Thank me for your punishments.

Thank me for your life.

I saved you.

Am I not merciful?

And Alex would say, *you are merciful. Thank you for the punishment, Master. Do whatever you wish to me, your slave child. I will obey.*

(Yeah. Like I said. Bad.)

(:c)

He nods, his eyes were cold and emotionless. He stands, walking up to Alex. He kneels, his white hair falls in front of his left eye, adding to his perfect looks. "What have you gone through, Alex?" He mutters, his eyes searching for something in Alex.

(No kidding)

Alex stared back, feeling something he hadnt since she escaped - true, cold fear. She swallowed and looked into the kings eyes, took a deep breath, and remembered.

She woke up under the bridge at 8. She looked around, and saw a tatooed man, with a scar over an eye. He saw her, and grabbed her, and dragged her away. No one objected. No one noticed. No one cared.

A year passed of him training her to be a slave. Finnaly, she cracked and obeyed.

Years passed of being a slave, doing work, and facing punishments. Walking on coals, staving, mature stuff, murder, self inflicted pain, and more. For years.

Years later, she fled, and has been running since. Whenever she turns around, she swears he sees her, and is following.

Shes afriad.

Shes afriad of him.

But will obey when commanded.

No matter what.

It just has to be him.

(Gtg)

He sees the conflicts in her eyes, he frowns, unsure of what to do with this broken lycan. "You are... afraid?" He says it as if he doesn't believe it, like he's surprised. The guards tense behind her, clearly seeing another meaning to his words.

Alex nodded slowly. *yes. And alone. Homeless. Worthless. Nothing but a worker and a slave.* she closed her eyes, and a single tear dropped on her fur.