"Are you okay?" one of the villagers asked me. "Here, let me get you something to wear," she said, walking towards one of the small dwellings.
"Okay," I said, but Misty wouldn't stop there. She continued, by saying "Just as long as it's something super sexy."
The woman's eyebrow raised. "Uh ... sure."
Misty giggled. I hated that laugh. If I could, I'd strangle the life out of her, but of course, I'd really just be strangling myself.
As Misty put on her clothes (which was just a shirt and a knee-length skirt - not a sexy outfit, but the way Misty filled it out ...), the villager said "That's an interesting heirloom."
"Huh?"
The woman pointed at my collar.
"Oh yeah," Misty said, giggling. "Rex gave it to me."
"Rex? Who's that?"
"He's my master."
"Master? Are you a servant?"
"No. I'm a slut. His slut," Misty said, with a dreamy smile.
The villager was beginning to worry about me. I wanted to yell out to her that I was trapped beneath this Misty facade. But I was too weak. I had to find a way to overcome the Misty persona. I didn't want to remain a hostage in my own body forever.
