A Slave's Initiation Ritual
Rebecca's body dripped with sweat, her heavy chest heaving as she panted heavily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The dark green light that had consumed her faded away, revealing her flushed and glistening form.
Asher made sure to enslave her body and mind using his scorching chains, yet he didn't extend his chains toward her memories.
If he tried to force it, she would know and try to reject it.
The slave crest on her back glowed a brief, malevolent green before vanishing into her skin, leaving only the stinging humiliation of its presence.
The weight of her newfound servitude pressed down on her like a leaden cloak, suffocating her very being.
Asher walked up to her, a twisted smirk on his face. He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted her head upwards, "Now, you're mine…slave."