A fitting beginning.

[seirel]

 I hear him calling, even now.  Inside my head, he beckons.  Tells me he's figured me out.   It's blurry, it's insanity; the way he's inside of my head.  Join him.  He expects nothing less than obedience.  Nothing more than protocol.  
He demands.

And I know somehow I will succumb.  Willing or no.

His designs.  Calls himself a savior.  I could aid him.  Make this quicker.
I swallow; nothing but my own fear mixed with bile.  I see his retribution.  Agony bathed in flames.

I shudder.  his voice permeates me.  He tells me without saying a word what my part would be.

I know he senses as I wonder if it would be so bad.  Once again to be under someone else's control.  And why not?
What else have I to exist for.

I hear his cackle echo in my head, like the crack of a whip.  Yes.  It would be that bad.  He would not know what to do with me if he had me.
I have stopped looking for love, stopped hoping for equality or respect.  If the Forsaken take their will of the Shadow then so be it.  
Shadow keep me.

Until he can learn, I will fight.  Fight my own self to keep away.  I will destroy myself before I am forced.

I hear more laughter.  His insanity rips jaggedly to my core and I feel myself slipping.

No.  I will not be your toy. Not until you understand.