Like every other night, gullible Kiara was being devoured by her master in the shroud of darkness. His movements were desperate, rough, almost barbaric for her delicate frame, but she never told him to stop. Each animalistic grunt rumbling from his chest anchored her in place, compelling her to stay still, to let him use her however he pleased.
She wanted to be his good girl, silent, obedient, enduring it all just to make her master proud.
Making him happy was the only thought that lived in her mind, filling every breath, every heartbeat, every second. She could not, would not, disappoint him.
In those wide, innocent eyes, her master was flawless, a perfect, unworldly being untouched by imperfection. And she… she was nothing. A nobody. Yet he had chosen her. And for that, she was endles
