Perhaps for her, to be eternally chained in a dungeon would be better.

She would know her place, and need not question her future.

As his kajira, the object of his dreams she would be.

Her conceded heart wouldn't dare long for more from her master.

To satisfy his every desire would be her future.

No longer would she strive in vain for fantasies. 

She would never again feel the pain of disappointment as her expectations would cease to exist. 

Her confliction would fade as her external reality aligned with her self-perception. 

A kajira.



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