Answer "Myranda"

"Myranda!" You gasp, eyes averted towards the knife pressed against your abdomen. "You are my queen."

The girl giggles, tossing her arms around your neck and forcing her lips against yours. You allow her to slip her tongue into the confinement of your mouth, embracing the sadistic northerner in a passionate kiss. Her teeth suddenly descend into your lower lip and you hiss with pain. When she pulls away, she has the same devillish grin on her face, twirling the dagger between her fingers before throwing it aside carelessly.

" A lowlife like yourself cannot call the queen by name. " She spat, and before you were able to regain your composure, her fist connected with your stomach. Your knees were weak, and lungs empty. You gasped for air as she hit again, leaving you panting. Myranda seized your chin with her fingers.

"Was that enough to teach you a lesson?"

"Yes, my queen." You reply, no strenght left in your body.