Up on a hill there is a mansion. From the outside, the mansion seems warm and inviting, every girls dream castle. But on the inside whispers crawl across the darkly lit walls and cracked feet slip over the hard floor boards. The man who lives in this house is a Master. A Master of his company; of the spotlight, stage, and illusion; of his house; and of those living in the mansion. He has various servants, like any rich person does, but there are some servants who he refers to as "pets".
During the day, when the man doesn`t have any company over, the pets are free to roam all levels of the building. But come sunset, they are forced to all live on the bottom floor of the mansion where there are no windows and the walls are not heated as well as in the rest of the mansion. The pets are advised to do his bidding or run the risk of seeing the darkness inside the man. For the most part, the man loans his pets out to his rich society friends for a weekend, where unspeakable things are done.
However, there is one pet in particular which the Master owns and keeps to himself. This pet is the most well taken care of, and by far the most used. The man had gotten her as a gift when they were both young; she ten, and he seventeen. Now he is twenty-nine and she is twenty-two. They have grown to love each other in a way that is different from how he loves his other pets. But there is something to be said about them, and it is not wise to have it spoken out loud. This, is their story.
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· Mon May 28, 2012 @ 02:45am · 0 Comments