Amora opened her eyes slowly, sitting up and stretching. She felt terribly stiff and she wasn't entirely sure why. At least, she didn't know until she saw she had been sleeping on the dirt. Next to Lotor.<br/><br/>She scrambled away from him, not even bothering to get up.<span style="font-style: italic">It wasn't just a nightmare...</span>she thought, fearfully watching Lotor as he simply looked at her, his head propped up on his elbow. "You aren't going to get far that way." he stated simply, holding what looked like the frayed end of a rope in one hand. Her eyes followed the rope, which ended in a knot around her ankle. As she reached down to untie it, Lotor gave the rope a quick tug, yanking her a few inches towards him.<br/><br/>"Why are you doing this?" she cried out, giving him a hated look. The smile on his face disappeared, his cool blue eyes narrowing on her. He stood above her, Amora shrank back, uncertain what he would do. Her fear made knots in her stomach, and it all came out in one burst. "DRINIA-"<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">SMACK!</span></span><br/><br/>She held her burning cheek, eyes wide at Lotor. He had struck her, he had actually...- "You really don't understand who you're calling, do you?" His question burned in her mind, she couldn't understand it. "I'm calling Drinian. He wouldn't treat me like this." she replied haughtily. Lotor reached down towards her, Amora shrank back, afraid he would hit her again. This time, he held her chin in his palm, forcing her to face him. "You really think so?" he asked with a shadow of his cheeky grin on his face.<br/><br/>"I know so. I love him." she managed to say, the lump in her throat restricting her voice. His body seemed to tighten at the word 'love', but he simply shook his head slowly, 'tut'ing her before speaking again, "You poor innocent girl." he said with fake sympathy in his voice, before continuing, "You may be 'in love' with him, but do you really think he loves you? Do you think he loved his wife before she died? It's simple, Amora; he is just toying with you. A master loving a slave, it's laughable, really. He planned to lift your spirits, then send you crashing down, just like he did with his wif-"<br/><br/>"SHUT UP!" Amora screamed, tears now pouring down her face. She couldn't take it, she wanted nothing to do with this. "He loves me! He loves... me." Her voice faded, Lotor's message soaked in.<span style="font-style: italic">It can't be... no, it just couldn't! Drinian loves me... doesn't he?</span><br/><br/>She didn't have much time to think about it, because out of the shrubbery came a massive black dog, barking its head off and barreling straight for Amora. It stood by her, barking loudly towards where it came from. Lotor pulled out a sword, glaring at the rustling in the bushes expectantly. There would be a fight, and it would be bloody.