"Then you chose your own slavery. Mine reached out and took me, drained me of what I had left, destroyed my family and left my body here as a reminder that I am a mere bag of meat, and what soul possessed it is forced to pay off the debts of it's own greed. Fight it, and it swallows me whole, returns me to those chains until it spits me back out against into this version of my body being possessed by the dark."
She moved to remove a gantlet, rolled back her sleeves to reveal her dual colored skin.
"In this form I have cravings, cravings I can not fight. Even if I do..." she went back to roll down her sleeves. "It eventually turns me rabid, and all I can do is claw out like an animal and seek what my master wants." Her eyes remained hard as she looked at him.
"You should consider yourself lucky you only owe a vow to a sword."