It was all darkness around her. Occasionally the sensations of lust or power or need filtered through. These were the emotions that she had always felt the strongest so they were the ones that penetrated the deepest into her black soul. She had almost no thoughts lately. She couldn't tell if days or years of millenia had passed since her last effort to bend the control over her body.<br/><br/>There were no urges, no dreams, no thoughts... it was only blackness inside her. Blackness, and of course, obedience to her master. Every time she struggled to awareness, however, one thought remained as strong as ever.<br/><br/>Thorn. His memory was all that she had left to cling to. She remembered the way he'd made her feel and it restored brief heat to her dead thoughts. His name was the only word she had strength left to think.