She wasn’t chosen. She was handed over. A debt paid in flesh.
She expected chains, pain, cold commands.
What she found was something worse— Silence. Kindness.
No orders to fear, no beatings to brace for. Just space. Time.
Eyes that watched without cruelty. And that... broke her more than punishment ever did.
Now, her body moves without being told. Her hands prepare what he likes.
She doesn’t ask, doesn’t question. She doesn't wonder who she is.
She exists where he is. And that’s enough.