"Master."
Princess Margaret called out softly, her voice filled with an unprecedented tenderness.
Murphy watched the unexpected scene unfold, a dozen thoughts flashing through his mind.
He asked tentatively, "Do you remember who you are?"
Margaret tilted her head slightly, a docile smile on her face. "I am your slave, Margaret. Just call me Maggie, Master."
As she spoke, she leaned in, but Murphy caught her slender wrist just in time.
Murphy stared into her hazy eyes and pressed on, "What is going on? Why are you calling me Master?"
"Because I've finally found you," Margaret said, a strange light glinting in her eyes. "All these years, I've been using [Control Human] to command others, but deep down, I've always been filled with contempt for those I controlled. They're filthy, beneath me. I wouldn't even let them touch a sliver of my skin; it would disgust me."
