"I don't think I'll be fully satisfied for a while, Firecracker."
I gulped.
Oh no... Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no....
What did I just do? What did I just get myself into? What the hell is wrong with me?!
I never talk before I think. Hell, I barely ever talk at all! Why am I choosing now to be this way?
"Wait... I didn't just make you... like my slave or something, did I?" Emrys asked, all humor gone from his face.
Uh, what?
"I don't want to do that. I-I didn't think... I mean, I don't believe in slavery at all, but I didn't-"
"It's okay, Emrys," I cut him off. "I'm not your slave. You can't... make me anything."
"So, what does this mark do then?" he asked.
Well, originally, it was supposed to hold me accountable. I would have to stay with Emrys until he regains
