[aphrodite]

You start to stir again as you feel something stroking your hair. It takes you a moment to remember the previous time when you woke up, but within seconds it comes to your mind. You bounce upwards attempting to run away from the present situation but a strong arm keeps you from going too far. Your eyes slide to Devarion's face which as you suspected has a slight smirk across it. He gives you enough lead-way to allow you to lay on your side right next to him, instead of on him, but no more then that. You lay on your side involuntarily facing Devarion.
"So you really don't hate me?" He asks, his smirk getting larger as he pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.
"I hate you like I've never hated anyone before!" You scream attempting to recover your wounded pride. Devarion looks at you questioningly and before he can ask, you answer.
"I was tired and Kalira showed me back to my room. YOU were in MY bed, so this is your fault alone! You probably put some kind of spell on me so I would be close to you!!" You tell him, your face red. Devarion says nothing for a moment. You study his face trying to figure out what he is thinking. He has a look stamped across his face but you are not sure what it is for. Then, you relay the look to the thought. Amussement. Does he honstly find my anger AMUSING!?! You think, your anger only increasing.
"Yes, actually I do." Devarion replies simply. You open your mouth to yell at him again, but he puts a finger to your lips.
"You yell far too much." Devarion tells you, matter-of-factly.
"I do not ye...." You stop yourself from speaking when your realize you can not raise your voice above a loud whisper. You try to yell at Devarion but can not. Your memory serves you well as you recall the first time you met Devarion only a few days ago. You couldn't yell then either. You look into Devarion's eyes and realize he is mentally following your conversation with yourself in your head. Out of sheer frusteration your raise up a hand and attempt to slap Devarion across the face. Quick as lightening Devarion grabs your wrist and holds it tightly....too tightly. You pull and push trying to get him to let go, but he won't budge.
"Stop." Devarion says. You could have sworn you'd seen his eyes turn red. You freeze.
"If I cut off your hand, will you then show respect and do as I say?" He asks you. You think to yourself that he must be joking, but when you look into his eyes you sincerely don't think he is.
"I would only hate you more." You say, for the first time since you met Devarion, not trying to be cruel or prove you are equal.
"If I send you to be tortured, will you then?" He asks, still deadly serious. You shake your head no, fearing the mere thought that he would do such a thing.
"If I lock you away for days, will you not even then?" He asks once again.
"I would only wish to kill you." You reply, trying to play Devarion's game.
"Then, will you never choose to be an obedient slave? Even if I were to kill your closest friend?"
"I will never obey you. And if you were to kill my best friend, then I would kill myself. And you would be left with nothing at all." You tell him, meaning every word you say. Moments of silence envelope the room. Devarion stares deeply into your eyes, and you wonder if he is trying to probe your mind. Then suddenly his eyes change.
"Then I will find a different way to make you accept your circumstances. My dear girl, you have five days."
"W-what does that mean?" You ask, your voice trembling slightly.
"You have five days to find respect. Five days to accept your circumstances. If you scream out at me, I will punish you, though not to the greatest extent of my ability. For if I did, you would be dead within seconds. If you refuse to do anything I ask of you, or even if you use my name you will be punished. I am your master now, and you will refer to me as such." You think things over in your mind for a minute, then come up with a question.
"What if I do not find respect within five days?" Devarion thinks for a moment before responding.
"If you do not.....then your blood will pour and your voice will scream, but you my dear, will not be aloud to die, no matter how much you wish you could. And your five days.....starts now."

End of Chapter 5