"Liandra...?"<br/><br/>A soft gasp, a slight widening of deep blue eyes...<br/><br/>Three months. She'd been down there, in the darkness, for<em>three months</em>. Even now, it was a blur to Tialyn - the beatings, the isolation, the<em>pleasure</em>...The thought made her shiver, internally, her nails biting into her palms-! What had been<em>done</em>to Liandra? Her gaze searched the redhead's - her friend, her comrade, her companion's - eyes for any sign of resistance.<br/><br/>Nothing. Nothing at all. What had he *done* to her?<br/><br/>As the collar constricted around her slim throat, Tialyn's vision blurred - Her mind working through everything that'd happened. Three months...And in<em>Dahlwias</em>, no less. How had they been brought here?<em>When</em>had they been brought here? There was so much she didn't know, and, and...<br/><br/>-And she was getting distracted. On her knees, the hard tug of the chain drawing a gasp from the very core of her being, she could feel her thoughts wander...Her limpid blue eyes drawn - almost despite herself - to the man who held her chain...<br/><br/>A<em>man</em>. To her shame, she'd been dreaming of men when she'd cum - again and again and again - longing to hear another human voice (to feel hands on her), to *feel*-<br/><br/>Her perfect teeth worked against her lips...Fighting down the slow shiver of arousal that coursed through her. He was *right* - In this strange, alien land - her first priority was to protect Liandra. It was the only thing she<em>could</em>do...She couldn't possibly leave her in this state! And - She couldn't possibly leave Liandra to endure what she'd already endured...<br/><br/>-Or was that the only reason why she was about to agree? Part of her was intensely aware of her opulent surroundings...the feel of her creamy thighs pressing together...moistening her full, pouting lips at the thought of the orders that would follow...<br/><br/>No. Her reason was a<em>worthy</em>one. She had to survive, had to endure, at all cost...Until the opportunity came to free them *both*.<br/><br/>"I-" the words stuck in her throat - but only for a moment, as they came out huskier, softer than she'd expected...<br/><br/>"-I will serve, Master."