"U-Um, Master? I don't really get it… What is this?" Dorothea asked, her voice soft and uncertain as she stared at the item in my hand.
I had returned here just a day after our last encounter.
Before leaving, I'd told her I would bring something.
It was something that would keep her from indulging in herself while I was away. And now, I was delivering on that promise.
Along with that, I had instructed her to start calling me "Master" from now on.
There was something electrifying about hearing one of the most feared and dangerous individuals in the world submit to me with a single word. Master. Just the way it rolled off her tongue, without hesitation, made something primal stir within me.
It was thrilling. Intoxicating even.
She hadn't resisted it. Not even a little. In fact, she accepted it with the eagerness of a puppy, rubbing her face affectionately against my chest as if seeking my approval.
The infamous Black Witch… reduced to this obedient, eager woman?
