<strong>Emma</strong><br/><br/>She was out for a long time, trying to get air into her lungs. She was so hot under that mask, even as she came to, she was groggy and the world was hazy. She wanted to speak, and tried, the tube making it difficult right now. "Please," she whispered, "No more mask sir." Her voice was raspy and it was still hard to breath or swallow. Tears flowed once more. She had been good, listened to everything he said, didn't she deserve some relief from her agony?<br/><br/>She felt so weak and used, and knew this was her life now with him, but even she deserved a bit of mercy for her obedience to him. Emma prayed with all her heart that he would grant her that one wish of taking that heavy iron thing off her head. Her neck was hurting, and her breathing sharp and she just wanted solace in his arms.