Start talking

Your mouth feels dry as you part your lips and Drogo tenses. If there's the slightest chance he knows about your command phrase, you don't want to risk it, so you make a point of avoiding beginning with anything starting with the letter 'p.'

"Some time ago, pe— men from my world learned to travel to other worlds. They use this ability to steal women for their p— for their amusement. They're all slaves. Everyone from another other world is a ****."

"Other worlds. Like this one. Like mine. Go on." His brow is so intense, almost angry, but he is definitely interested in your story.

You tell him everything you know about RealDreams' operation. About Characters, brain mods, all of it. The words just spill from you. Being brutally **** and threatened at knife point really helps loosen the tongue.

He listens to all of it, never relaxing his blade. Any time you begin a word with 'p' he seems to tense slightly more, and you fear he might really know, at least subconsciously, about your command phrase. He is not about to let you take control back from him any time soon.

After a while, he interrupts. "Why do I not remember any of this?"

"We made you forget... I made them do it do you. I wanted you to believe this was your home, that I was your ****."

The hard glint in his eyes grows dark and dangerous. Frightening. "You toy with my mind? You make me think you are my ****? Am I a game to you? Why? Tell me why you would do this."

The words come before you can think them through. You're terrified, exhausted. "Because I want to be a ****. My world doesn't satisfy me. I have fantasies I can't fulfill or won't let myself embrace with anyone real..." Your eyes widen at your slip, implying that Khal Drogo is not, in fact, real.

But he doesn't seem to mind. At least not that part of what you said. "You consider me your property and yet compel me to treat you as my **** in turn. You play foolish games. I will be no one's ****. What if I kill you now?"

Your stomach leaps. "N-no. It wouldn't help. In this world you are known. A Character to them. They will kill you or just erase your mind. To those in power," you form the word very carefully and slowly as he watches you carefully. "you are just a thing. It's my ownership of you that protects you. You need me."

He glares at you, thoughtful. Terrifying. Beautiful. Your life and fate is in his hands.

"Is there anything you haven't told me? Anything you think I would want to know?" His eyes are dark and hard, there is **** in them.

He knows. He must know. This is a test. The only thing you didn't mention is that you can momentarily hijack his entire being with your command phrase, turning him into a docile and obedient manservant for several minutes. But maybe he doesn't know... maybe he's just bluffing.