516 words (3 minutes)
Oh, dear pet, there is no need to flinch from me in fear. You surrendered your will to me, remember? You serve me now, utterly and irrevocably, and I have no need to make you suffer any longer.
I am not one to damage what is mine; I take care of my possessions.
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Her fingertips trace your cheek while you avert your gaze, looking down and away, suddenly not ready for this. Her lips brush yours, and you let your eyelids drift shut again.
Your heart pounds in your chest, stubbornly insisting on heat and movement, fear and longing.