Talk:Dragon/@comment-72.218.243.18-20160429010612/@comment-28027028-20160430194147

"Oh my poor thief..." She began her dark sultry voice cutting through my confidence like a soft sword through the midsection. "What a clever plan, you're quite smart, however, you know I'll never let you leave here. I stole you, and I'm keeping you here, my boy." She spoke her claws clasped around my shoulders as she quickly laid me to the ground.

I couldn't struggle, her voice paralyzed me, her claws, restrained me. Foiled again I was, and more resigned to my predicament I was becoming. No one knew where I was, and even if they did, I would likely be dragged off to a prison and taken by some more terrifying being. Another night I lie draped over by a weight made of heat, allure, passion and scales, stewing in sweat. I look to the woman who proclaimed me her groom. I smile now, having become complacent and happy living with the fire-breathing temptress who'd imprisoned me. I fall to dreams as I bring myself closer to her, accepting my place at her side.