Mar-Vell clearly did not understand what Alvin meant by "Blood Performer."
But that did not stop her from hearing the heavy threat contained in those words.
Of course, Alvin had no need to make her understand.
"I can tolerate your patience only once." He raised a hand and slowly lowered it, stroking Mar-Vell's hair. There was not the slightest excess emotion in his voice. "As a slave, offer everything you have to me. That is your only value. Do you understand?"
Just as he had said.
The patience he could give Mar-Vell existed only this once.
Wasting kindness on someone meaningless was a luxury. He would not make the same mistake a second time.
Feeling the warmth on top of her head, Mar-Vell swallowed.
Her conscience, morality, and instinct for survival tangled and struggled within her. Reason told her that, for justice, for the Skrulls, and to uphold her ideals, she should refuse the demon before her.
But the fear rooted deep in her flesh left her unable to ignore her desire to survive.
In the end, after only a brief moment of thought, the Kree scientist lowered her proud head without hesitation.
"I... I understand."
Mar-Vell lowered her head and said through clenched teeth, humiliated.
"You should call me... Master."
Alvin's voice was soft, but there was not a trace of warmth in it.
Mar-Vell's body stiffened. She felt even more humiliated, but the hand atop her head slowly closed around her throat.
As though that terror would descend upon her again the very next second.
"M-Master..."
Mar-Vell lowered her head as tears of humiliation, anger, and resentment slid from the corners of her eyes.
"Very good. Remember your identity."
The first step of her training had gone smoothly and had not wasted much of Alvin's time. That pleased