Every morning, without fail, ever since I grabbed her hand
and we ran out of the collapsing Temple
of the Evil Snake God Mimypn, we would have the exact same conversation, in
usually the exact same way.
She would wake me at sunrise, gently brushing my face with
her fingers. I would wake, and then my hands would move to her throat, and
unclasp the collar wrapped around it.
“You are a free woman.”
She would then wrap her hands around mine and put the collar
back on.
“No I’m not.”
I never stopped trying. She never left my side.
Humanity
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