Waking up abruptly with her heart racing, she thought she had heard Him call her name. Looking around quickly, she realizes it was only a dream, yet again. Tears fall down her cheeks as she thinks back on the times with him and knows that there will be no more memories made. Continuing to weep, she curls back up around her Valentine’s stuffed puppy and after a while, finally falls back to sleep.
Beastie strides back and forth across the floor, her tail swishing in anger. “I HATE Him,” she growls. “How dare He want our surrender and then throw it back in our face after He’s got it! How dare she continue to love him??”
Walking up behind beastie and laying her hand on her shoulder, slave speaks quietly. “You know what surrender is. You feel it just as much as we do. You no more hate Him than I do. We can never hate Him, no matter what he does. He is our Master and always will be, whether He ever wants us or not. We’ve broken to Him whether we like it or not. You want to hate Him so you can move on and you’re pissed because you can’t. We can’t talk to Him because the more we do, the less distance we obtain. He is going to move on and while we fix our self, we cannot listen to Him talk about the “others”.”
“I want Him to know how much we hurt. I want Him to truly understand what He’s done to us. We’re impotent because of Him. Fuck Him. I hope He realizes one day the mistake He’s made and I hope that by then it’s too late.” Beastie continues to walk the floor, occasionally sending a snarl off into the air.
Slave turns to a little girl, curled up in the corner crying. “Daddy said he’d never leave us," she sobs softly. "He said he would hold me again. He lied to us just like all the others. You should never have let him in.” She buries her head in her knees, her arms wrapped around them, and continues weeping.
Slave picks her up and the little girl cries into slave’s shoulder. “We may never truly be able to hate Him, but we will survive, somehow. We always do.“
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