I stand by Master as he finishes his dark work, the red droplets slowly dripping into the dark puddle on the basement floor. For a long while the dripping is the only sound I heard, Master had stopped. He looked at me. I knew he wanted me to compliment his artwork, as I looked over the mangled and craved corpse. Master always has a way of turning gruesome scenes into artful offerings like the one before me. It wasn’t a surprise to me that his cock was rock hard, normally feeling the splatter of blood over his body does that to him. I think that is why my Master likes to work in the nude. I smile remembering who she was before I had lured her to my Master, so naive, young a perfect offering to appease those that Master serves. He says it is they who keep him from being discovered. I have no choice but to believe him, there is no running away from him. He owns me and the only way out is through death. Any love he harbors for me is easy for him to look past. One day when I’m no longer young and pretty, I’ll become an offering too. Until then I am to do the bidding of his wicked whims and face his wrath at any slight failure. I’m his experiment, his play toy when he’s bored nothing more than a replaceable collectible of many.
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