I don’t know why I did this, but it was almost delightful. I continued this until the same substance that I spit onto the basement floor splattered on the carpet. I let go of myself and ran to the bed. I shook Walter trying to wake him up. “Walter I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just came out of me and I don’t know what to do I’m sorry,” I yelled about to burst into tears.

“What’s my name?” I looked at the man who was slowly sitting up

“Walter,”

“No..”

“But your name is-”

“Not to you, my name isn’t Walter,”

I inhaled a slow, forced breath. I knew what he wanted but the thing was I didn’t want to say it. “Master I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just came out of me and I don’t know what to do I’m sorry,” I repeated but correcting Walter to Master.

“Good boy, now what happened,” Walter said slowly getting out of the bed.

I direct him to the spot on the floor that is most likely going to stain. He looks at the spot on the floor. “It’s ok I’ll clean it up later, you can go to bed now,” Walter says as he kisses my forehead.

I laid on the bed and felt my brain slowly leave my body almost. It felt as if I was a completely different person. I felt like I was a hollow shell of a person, I couldn’t feel anything, just affection. I felt a kind of warmth I haven’t felt before.

I knew this feeling was wrong, but I still wanted to be laying in that bed. I rolled over to see the stained carpet and frowned. This can't be real it’s just a nightmare and everything will be back to normal when I wake up.

I stop thinking and slowly escape to the world of unconsciousness and wait for everything to turn black.

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I wake up in the same bed I fell asleep in, I look up at the ceiling and give out a sigh. This wasn’t a dream everything really happened and I’m going to get sucked dry today, what joy.

I looked over to see Walter’s side of the bed was empty, he must have already woken up. I sit up and investigate the room, nothing special. It had a chair the same chair I sat in last night, the small wardrobe in the corner, and the bed I was sitting on. Other than those few things the room was empty.

I spoke too soon, a few seconds later Walter bursts through the door with a piece of bread and a strip of leather. He sits next to me and kisses my forehead, “Your awake already, I was going to let you sleep, you look cute when you sleep,” Walter cooed as he rubbed my back.

He held out the slice of bread and waited for me to take it, I hate awkward pauses, so I took the bread out of his hand and waited for him to say I could eat it, “Skylar, I have something for you,” I showed off the black leather strip and a thin silver pouch.

At further inspection, the leather strip had a buckle and my name engraved onto it. “What are these,” I asked precariously.