"I will be NO MAN'S SLAVE!!" Tyamet yelled and struggled against the ropes.
The dragon chuckled, and took out a brush coated with a magical black substance. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky, and a woman will buy you. Now, let's quiet you down a bit." Pinning her down, he took the brush and painted a strange symbol on her stomach. With each stroke, Tyamet felt part of her mind vanish, and her struggles lessened. As he finished, he stepped off her and set the brush down. "There we go. Now, let's see what you remember. What's your name?"
Tyamet blinked, and looked at the dragon. "...I...I can't remember..."
"Good. Slaves don't really need names. That's what you are now. You're a slave. Always have been, always will be." The dragon walked over to a cage, and opened it. "Now, climb in here and get some rest. Tomorrow, it's off to the auction for you."
With a nod, Tyamet climbed into the cage, and curled up on the floor. Tomorrow, she would be sold to someone, and she would serve their every need and desire. After all, isn' t that what a slave does?
