Amora pressed her hands against her bosom, trembling slightly at his explosive demands. She didn't know what to think, what to do. All she wanted to do right then was to crawl under the bed and hide. But he wouldn't let her do that. She was his, that was easy to see with how he treated her with such verbal and physical abuse. The true question was, how could she make it up to him so she wouldn't get hurt again?<br/><br/>Another order. This one just as confusing as the last. She opened her mouth, slowly forming the sounds that made up who she was known as, who she was.<span style="font-style: italic">"Amora"</span>