herliege:What put you there is irrelevant now. Let’s say it was words. My words. What keeps
herliege: What put you there is irrelevant now. Let’s say it was words. My words. What keeps you there is the question. No, not a whip, nor my hands on your skin. There is no leather or rope in sight. What keeps you there is not force, except the strength of your desire and my will. . words: M. / Her Liege - image: Ambrose & Wether - leave credits intact -- source link