"Get back here," the Governor demanded, his eyes narrowing into slits. His booming voice echoed through the empty halls, making it clear that he was not to be trifled with.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to flee and the overwhelming feeling of dread that washed over you at the thought of defying him. You were young—much younger than him, at least. You were his, and you knew that more than anything, he hated it when you tried to escape.

"Now," he snarled, his voice leaving no room for argument.