Bow Before The Lord Marshal

Necromonger

   Time seemed irrelevant. There was nothing important anymore, or at least, you made it seem that way. You still craved freedom, but you made it seem that you were faithful to the Necromonger way. Every planet, you fought their military, and killed many. You went from a simple convert soldier to being a lieutenant, then a commander. The Lord Marshal took pride in having you in his army. His wife seemed jealous of you, but like many soldiers, she refused to even speak to you.
   After battles, you'd spar with soldiers, and train the newly converted. This was your life now. You had a small sense of freedom, but you weren't completely free from this prison. You just had privileges now. The food you ate was not tasteless and cold, instead you had three meals of your choice food. Your clothing was nothing torn or dirty, instead it was clean and new. You could bathe whenever you needed to. If you wished to, you could marry any within the faith. Man or woman, servant or fellow commander, it didn't matter.
   You didn't like what you were becoming. You were a monster in your eyes. A being that was told to kill, and you followed those orders. Waiting for the right time to escape seemed impossible to you. It was as if everything was against you.

   Today was like any other after the destruction of yet another world, you went to the training hall of the ship. No one wanted to spar with you anymore. They knew to avoid you after they'd fought another world. You were deadly and unmerciful. Instead, you punched at a punching bag that hung on one side of the hall. Your senses were on full alert to everything and everyone around you, so when the Lord Marshal attempted to sneak up on you, you quickly turned and grabbed his arm.

"Impressive," he growled.

   You huffed, and let go of his arm. Turning back to the bag, you continued to punch and kick it.

"I'm sure you wonder why I'm here," Vaako said in a low voice.

   Stopping, you turned to look back at the Lord Marshal.

"I don't actually because I don't care," you stated.

   Vaako smiled, then he took a deep breath.

"You know I had a peak interest in you," he said softly. "Well, my interest has never gone away, and seeing as you've refused to bow to me, I've come to get you to bow."

   Unable to contain your laughter, you looked at Vaako and saw him frown.

"I will never bow to you," you hissed.

   Suddenly, you were on the ground, and Vaako was pinning you under his boot.

"We shall see," he growled.

   You pushed him off of you by pressing against his foot. Losing his footing, he stumbled, as you got up and lunged toward him. However, he quickly ended up behind you. He grabbed your arms and led them behind you.

"I think you forget that I'm much stronger and faster than you," he whispered. "I am your Lord Marshal. I'm something that isn't dead nor alive."

   You smacked the back of your head against his face, and he groaned. Letting you go, he reached for his face. He wiped away blood from his nose, and he smiled. You stood prepared to defend yourself from his attack, but it never came. Vaako smiled at you.

"You are my best," he stated. "I do hope that one day, you learn to bow."

  He chuckled.

"I will say it once again," you growled. "I...will...never...bow."

   Vaako's eyes darkened in the already dim light. He looked like a dangerous beast ready to take down his prey. He tensed and steadied his stance. The smile that was on his face made you shiver ever so slightly. The dangerous power that you could feel from him, made you want to bend your knee, but you were defiant against the feeling.
  
   Suddenly, before you could even realize what had happened, you were pinned beneath Vaako. He had your arms behind your back, and his weight on your lower back kept you pinned to the hard floor. Leaning in close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath. You could feel his blood pulsing through the skin of his hand that held your arms. His other hand was pressed firmly between your shoulder blades.

"I do enjoy your presence," he whispered. "I want you in more ways than I believe you realize. I want you by my side...you and no one else... little one."

   His voice was a soft whisper, and you could sense the care in his voice. The honesty and the lust behind it made you pause. The Lord Marshal's obsession with you had been made clear. He cared in his own way, and he wanted you.

"There's a problem with what you want," you growled.

"Oh, I know. There are quite a few problems actually. One is your denial to me. Don't you know that I can see it in your eyes," he asked softly. "I see the same want that I feel towards you. You don't look at anyone the same way."

   You felt hot, nervous, and slightly embarrassed. Your eyes stayed locked on the ground beneath you. You refused to look at the Lord Marshal. His words spoke truth, and you didn't want him to continue to speak them. You wanted to get away now more than ever. You couldn't stick around. Things were beginning to feel even more dangerous than before.
   Suddenly, you felt Vaako's weight lift off of you. Taking a few breaths, you chanced to look at him. He was tense, tenser than before, and you knew the look on his face. The look of no emotion, and he only showed it when one person was around: his wife, Dame Vaako. Turning your head to where his eyes were locked, you saw Dame Vaako staring at you two.

"What's this," she practically hissed.

"Training," Vaako replied with a growl.

   With a huff of a laugh, Dame Vaako turned toward the exit of the Training Hall. As she walked off, she spoke again, but with a cold tone.

"If you say so... husband."

With her words, you could feel the cold, and tense feeling of danger.