Voices - Riana

Master has sent me here. Master wants me to complete this task and so I shall. The target walks out of his room across the hallway. I note his appearance down in my notebook. 'Walter: small, pale, dark circles under the eyes suggesting fatigue, this suggest fear.' Interesting target Master has chosen. I head to into my room and shut the door. I turn the lock, feeling a strange sensation over come my body. I turn around. I peel over, clutching my head. Pain radiates from it, causing my body to choke violently. I am Ni - Riana. I serve Wal - Master.' Voices echo in my ears. I stare into the mirror. My eyes are pure black now. I feel sick in my stomach. The pain stops abruptly and I stand up right once more. My master stands before me. She grabs at my chin and lifts it up. My eyes meet hers. A man follows behind her and two guards follow him. The window is open, cool breeze flowing through. The guards come up to me and grab me under the arms, lifting me off the ground. The man walks up to me and Master opens my mouth. The man pours a clear liquid from a vile down my throat. Why is this so familiar yet so different? Master let's my chin go and the man backs away. The guards lift me up and push me down onto the bed. They hold me down as the man speaks to my Master.

"She is ready for the serum."

"Begin then."

The man pulls out a small needle and pours a red liquid into it.

"Master please. Don't let him do this to me." I plead as if my life depends on it as I try to free myself.

He pulls on a pair of surgical gloves and slips them on. He walks up to me, needle in his right hand. He rubs my left arm and then pierced the needle into my soft flesh. He pushes down on the back of it, emptying the mystery fluid into my blood stream.

I feel strange. My desire to serve my master is no longer just a desire. It is an obligation, a duty. My sole purpose. There is nothing left inside me except this obligation. No other meaning. I breathe now only if my master desires. Why do I feel this way. It was never like this

"Riana dear, bring me Walter. I want him alive though, just barely." Masters voice is sweet like honey.

My voice is no longer my own, my body out of my own control, "I will, my queen."