<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Giving Sara a choice.<br/>Am I not Merciful? Am I not enlightened? <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>"You could be right. Wouldn't give you particularly great odds on that, but hey...stranger things have happened right?  " He chuckled.<br/><br/>"But in the meantime, you have a choice to make. That's right Sara. A Choice. " A slow smirk spread across his face. "you see...I ain't like Tim. Don't get me wrong. I respect the guy. You don't get to be his age living this kind of life without being good at what you do. But there are times when I think he's a bit too heavy-handed with the meat. Sometimes a lighter touch is called for."<br/><br/>He took a coupel of small steps that closed the distance between them, and curled a knuckle under her chin, tilting her gaze up at him as he whispered. "What do you think Sara? Would you apprecciate a lighter touch? "<br/><br/>He locked eyes with her, creating just a few moments of intimacy before that smug smirk returned and he eased back against the counter again. "Beating down a slave will cow them. Or break them, like your former friend out there. Noah, I beleive? that's well and fine if you don't care about their longevity...but I see a great many uses for you Sara. Long into the future. I can't have you broken. Not completely anyway. So you get what no other slave in this entire camp gets. A choice.  "<br/><br/>He gestured to the front door and the exit to the bus. "You can...if you want...pick up that shovel and walk out those doors. Go join the slaves that think you betrayed them. The Coyotes who don't give a rat's ass whether or not Devon is coming back. Try to be useful enough to be allowed to keep your pants on one more night. Hope they don't pass you around like they did with Mika. Maybe it'll work. Maybe Chris has a prettier mouth to occupy his attention tonight. You walk out that door, and i'm done with you. You're just another body to me after that.  "<br/><br/>He gave her a few moments of silence to mull over her odds outside this bus. Then he continued "Or...you open the top two buttons of your shirt. You slide off that couch onto your knees. You crawl over here to me, and open up my pants. You pull out my cock, look up into my eyes...and give it a single kiss. Then...then we'll continue to discuss your future prospects in this camp. "<br/><br/>Choice is a powerful thing. People take it for granted so often. 'I had no other choice.' But that's never true. Never. Dom knew there's always a choice, and forcing people to confront that fact could be a powerful manipulative tool indeed. Just because the choices are not often pleasant, doesn't mean they don't exist. If Sara did this, she'd never truly be able to look at herself and call herself a Victim. In her heart, she'd always know that whatever Dom did to her in the future she could have avoided it if she'd made a different choice right here, right now. If she'd chosen the door and taken her chances. That's the way Dom figured it at least. No matter hwo she protested or fiegned innocence this would forever make her an accomplice in everything that happened between them after this moment.<br/><br/>The specific instructions on what was required of her if she chose to stay were her first test in obedience.