Sil awoke to the soft caress of what she assumed to be a dream. Her life had become an unquantifiable haze. Her tolerance to the drug had never fully developed. She heard voices.<em>Troll voices?</em>That wasn't altogether uncommon. She was a favored stop over for many in the horde. She didn't look back and let her eyes open slowly to the wall. She focused on that hand. So sweet and gentle. Very unlike her usual visitors. She listened to what she thought they where saying. She adressed her question to the gentle hand of her unseen lover. "Master? Have you come to punish me?" She licked her lips.