You Will Bow Before Her

You are taken in the dark of night. You don't know why, you don't know where. All you know is that you are no longer asleep in your bed. Your sight has been taken from you. Whether through technology or sorcery, you have no idea where you are going.

When your sight is returned to you, you know true terror. She is here. Or rather you are here, with Her, in Her throne room. Nobody knows how She has kept her power. Nobody remembers a time when She wasn't your empress. Nobody knows who or what She is.

What is known is that She is supreme, and that disobedience will earn you a fate worse than death.

"Look at me," she commands, and you truly see her for the first time.

She defines ethereal grace. She is the embodiment of regal beauty. She is the personification of dominance and power.

You can't move. You can't think.

"Bow to me," she commands.

You kowtow without thought, your face meets the floor.

"Excellent," you hear Her say. "I have such plans for you."

You can't wait to obey.