Give The Command

"Good boy," Azula whispered, running her fingers down Aldric's chest. "Now, show me just how devoted you can be. Release me."

Aldric moved toward her chains, his hands reaching for the key he had pulled from his pocket. But as he began to unlock them, his eyes flickered between dull obedience and fierce recognition, his mind battling to reclaim his will from her command.

Azula, sensing her power over him weakening, lunged for the keys, but Aldric was quicker. His eyes blazed with realization and fury. "You bitch! You're a fucking succubus!" he snarled.

Rage coursed through Aldric. His grip tightened around her neck, pinning her to the bed with such force that the bedframe creaked. Azula thrashed beneath him, clawing at his arms, but he was unyielding, his face contorted with a mix of betrayal and anger.