Nathanael
He is everywhere.
My mind is filled with him constantly.
So much that it is getting alarming.
And my brain really would need a break.
How is he even surviving like that?
I clear my throat as I approach his apartment door.
As soon as I am in a certain proximity, his thoughts flood my mind, invading mine like a million-men-strong army.
Groaning, I move my head from one side to another, trying to release a bit of tension off my shoulders.
I have sometimes experienced this type of thing with a blood slave too, but it lasted not more than a few seconds, barely long enough to capture their ecstatic thoughts.
Never, and I mean never ever, was it that bad.
It must have something to do with our Goddess-given connection.
What a scam.
Even after weeks of drinking h
