Similarly, I am much more than a simple decoration on my master’s arm; I run around getting drinks for people and taking coats and fulfilling a hundred different roles at once. I don’t even think to talk back or be anything but the picture perfect slave. My master has given me exactly one warning...
The hard part is asking him. I don’t want to speak to Cash, but I know I have to. To his credit, he doesn’t make me beg, or even ask repeatedly. He drops whatever he’s doing and lets me in. I start to trust him a little bit more. He doesn’t say much to me, either; he’s can...
I’m a little surprised, because I figured he would have come sooner, but maybe he went into work or something. He’s always been like that, reliable when he’s made a commitment. And now I know where his loyalties lie, and they clearly aren’t with me. Cash answers the door, ...