"Don't you love me?" Branka asked, her hand coming up to cradle the weight of Hespith's head. "We are so close to the Forge, my sweet, so close." She looked away, towards the ancient traps that still plagued them. Eyebrows knit together, she stated with more conviction, "If you love me, you will do this. If you love me, you will take a bite of this special meal prepared for you."
*incoherent* Omg this is so amazing and intense and creepy and perfect. Wow. Wow.