"Like I could ever forget that I am your slave," Elena said softly as she pulled the large shirt that she uses as a nightie off of her lean body. She puts it off to the side and offer Damon back her wrists. Having been cooped up in her room for over two weeks now and the depression she was feeling from the lack of freedom, Elena was loosing weight and it was starting to show on her already slim body.
"But the problem with that, Master, is that I have been good. I haven't tried to escape and I didn't fight back. I have accepted that this will happen to me no matter what I say or do and yet I am stuck in this room and I have been since the start."