His Little Pet

Within this manor I am trapped, confined within the device he calls love. I am nothing more then a doll, a toy to dress and conduct. Not once has his affections been gentle. The brilliant colors of the world now painted red as my blood is taken again and again. I am his. This is whispered from the darkness as he consumes my body. Memories of a time before lost to the terror of his dreams. Be a good little pet. Do as he wishes. Tonight I may not die again. Tonight may not be my last. Hold on to her face. A woman I do not know, but remember. That is the last of my hope that this may not always be. Am I to be saved? Will someone come? Can I run? Will he catch me again? Trapped in this lonely place. The cold always tickling my skin. Someone calls to me, calling me into the light, but he stands in the way. Blood. Nightmares. Darkness. Hate. Love. Death. Be a good little pet. Obey the Lord. He is watching. Always watching. There is no hope, for this will be my grave. I am already dead. No one will save me. I am nothing. I am his. Forever.

Story and character -   Xirimae

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