Adora...my name is adora"
The lithe figure shrouded in the darkness..so deep in it as if it was one with the vanta murky depths echoed back
"Adora"
The girl...her tiny feet shaking in her fur socks...nimbly nodded..the floor wet with her liquid waste that trickled down her legs
Why wouldn't she wet herself..when a scythe far larger than her person lay on her neck
"I require a body slave...I need someone to serve me..you will do it"
Her knees still sore from the beating she took from her bullies gave way...she falls into her liquid waste as if to add to her shame
Her lower lips trembling..." I...I Don't.."
The murkiness from which the voice comes from moves
She looks up from her shameful position into the fiery...liquid gold of her captor, and if she wasn't sure of the gender of her her captor...she was now...that the commander of such fierce forces was a woman