Coming to in a strange room is quite bizarre and scary. Where is Master? His body is battered and bruised. Filth laden as well. Turning around a door is seen and scrawny legs clammer towards it and starts the shower to clean. Warmth flowed through tight muscle and filth. Cleaned up; the search for Master begins. His room came first. The time of day is unclear, but it seems early still. His door is closed. Falling to the bruised and crusty knees in front of Master’s door is where his object waits. And hopes not to be in trouble. Nerves flow throughout the system. Tears are drawn. Finally, a heart that beats for no one other than Master releases a sigh, as the creak of the massive slab opens, and Master walks out in a nice pair of dark blue jeans and a super tight black t-shirt that shows al
