She reached out, her trembling fingers hovering just inches from his boots, too terrified of his aura to actually make contact.
"When my clan fell, we were your bitter enemies. Yet, you gave me and my surviving clansmen refuge. You spared us from execution."
"And after that... you placed me in this position. You made me your personal secretary, to handle your affairs, to stand by and watch you conquer every other woman of status in this city!"
She choked back a sob, her chest heaving violently beneath her dark robes.
"Was it to let me redeem myself? To let me prove my worth to your faction? Or... or was it to slowly make me yours? I don't know what you were thinking, Young Master... my mind is completely broken!"
"But after last night... I can't take it anymore! I don't care about the past! I want to be yours, Young Master... please... I beg of you, fuck me! Ruin me just like you ruined them!"
