“So you’re going to obey me. Whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do it.”
She says nothing as I fly forward, picking up speed.
“Understood?”
I bring myself up to height. When I am level with the clifftops and the clouds float visibly within range, I sigh.
It is not my wish to break her. I wish she’d stop being difficult and give me what I want, but if she won’t comply, I have no other choice.
I drop her again. She screams again. I catch her again.
“You’ll speak when spoken to, won’t you?”
She nods, readily and with enthusiasm.
It’s a good response, but it’s still not what I’m looking for.
I loosen my grip on her.
“Okay! I’ll do it!”
I let loose another finger.
“You’ll do it,what?”
She tries to understand what I want, but only looks upon me with confusion.
“I’ll do it, sir?”
I shake my head.
“No. I’m not feeling like much of asir.”
I drop her again. Not wanting to prolong this more than necessary, I catch her a few feet from where I let go of her.
I’m glad my reflexes are strong today. This could be disastrous if I made an error. And I can’t fix her death.
“Did you think of what to call me while you were falling?”
Her face is wet with tears. She’s sobbing uncontrollably.
“I’ll do it,master?”
For a minute, I don’t say anything. It’s fun hearing her heart do acrobatics.
“Yes, I like that,” I say finally.
The sigh of relief she breathes is exhilarating. I wonder why it comforts me.
“OrlordorPelielare fine, too.”
“Thank you, master,” she says. “You are merciful.”
She speaks, but I still don’t feel that she’s being genuine.
“You have not forgotten why you ended up in this predicament, have you?”
She hesitates.