"A day." she answers in a grudging tone. "I don't like having a woman who thinks she's my master." she adds.
"You did it!" you cry, "You made me a woman!" your voice getting louder and more agitated, as you rise in volume. It's only as the shrillness penetrates that you realise your danger. You don't want to draw any attention at the moment.
"I obeyed my master's request." she answers simply.
"But, that was me!" you say through clenched teeth.
"I don't like whiny women." she says with fire lighting in her eyes.
"And I don't like being a woman... whiny or not..." further protests are cut short.
Her hands wave idly in the air, a trace of fire in their wake.
Your hands leap to your mouth, and the pain you feel there. Your fingers scrabble at the threads binding your lips together. You doubt they'll be cut with mere scissors.
"I can make it permanent if you object further, girl." The tilt of her head is cold and clinical. Reminding you that despite her human shape, she's a vastly different creature.
You get a flash of an image, solid silver rings piercing your lips. Binding them permanently together.
Shuddering, you look to her, ready to promise anything to avoid that fate. But with your lips sewn shut, you have to show your compliance, rather than merely state it.
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