Amora lay on her back, her eyes shut but a smile was clear on her face.<span style="font-style: italic">What a day...</span>she thought, thinking about the evening with Drinian beside her. It was later in the night, she was exhausted, but happy. Her breathing was light as she rested, her hair a light cloud beneath her head. She had never expected what happened next.<br/><br/>She awoke with a start when she felt a hand cover her mouth tightly. She squirmed, trying to free herself from the intruder's grip, but he had her legs pinned under him and she couldn't pull herself out from under him. Her eyes widened when she noted his blue eyes staring her down, she froze stiff.<span style="font-style: italic">No... no no no no no!</span>she thought, horrified at who held her down. The man produced a small bottle from his pocket, pulling the cork out with his teeth, and took his hand away from her mouth. She tried to shriek, but he shoved the bottle into her mouth before she could. A clear, bitter liquid began to slide down her throat, though she tried to keep herself from drinking it. She remembered the taste, how often had she been given ether when she acted out of line while under the cruel slavedrivers?<br/><br/>She felt the weight on her legs let off, and she pulled herself away, knocking her back on the headboard. She was gasping, staring at the black-haired man fearfully. "L-lotor..." she whimpered, uncertain what to do. He gave her a slight grin, "Happy to see me?" She shrank back further, accidentally falling onto the floor. Amora crawled, shaking towards the door, but felt Lotor's boot step on her light blue nightgown. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneered. "Let go Lotor!" she cried as he yanked her to her feet by her hair. He pulled her towards his face. "You aren't going anywhere with that fool Drinian, only with me, you pretty little thing."<br/><br/>With that he slung her over his shoulder, holding onto her bare legs. Amora was shaking, she could feel herself slipping out of conciousness. Her eyes shut, and she grew limp in Lotor's arms. He grinned further, and slipped out the window and ran into the nearby woods for cover. He wasn't going to give Drinian any satisfaction when it came to the girl; she belonged to him, no need to doubt that.