It was dark, and he didn't know where he was. "Kurloth?" Mituna's nervous voice echoed. No response. He suddenly felt a strong presence behind himself and froze, brows knitting. What was going on? The Gemini stiffened as the presence enveloped him; an unknown set of hands snaking around him. Touching his face, touching below the belt. He whimpered as the northern hand slid up, gentle fingertips resting on his forehead. Feeling a sudden wash of numbness, he watched the nimble fingers now in front of him, decorated with simple bone, sign 'you are at my command.' An empty smile came to his face; words against his will spilling from his mouth. "Yeth, thir." ((I was originally intending this as a minific for your ask box, but it was too long, which is why it sounds weird :B))