more choices

“You wish.” She uncoils the whip you now regret giving her in the selection program. Ekra cracks it once and then strikes it at you. Without thinking you grab the whip and pull on it. Ekra comes flying towards you. Before she can respond you wrap her in the whip; spiraling it around her body; tying her feet the end of it and holding the thick part near the handle against Ekra’s throat.

“or do you yeild?” you repeat with a smile.