u/it_rains_blue_here

The writer's thinly veiled fetishes? What do you mean, "thinly veiled"? I want parades and drums and marching bands. Trumpets, flares, confetti. The entire damn town hall. Thinly veiled? LMAO this is proudly displayed! Shame herself would be ashamed to see me. Because there were exactly ZERO fucks given. Stamp my name on this like a Hideo Kojima game.

Props to AdmiralofWeebland for letting me rip off that last line. It's a cool line. Also thanks to him for sponsoring this script.

And, u/jdh2024, if you are reading this script...I hope I do you proud.

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(SFX: It’s raining outside)

Hello, my little manlet. Did you miss me?

Oh? What’s that? Are you still prattling on about the whole “you can’t do this!” thing? (Chuckling) Oh but honey, I already have! Look at you. You are tiny. So cute, so tiny. Locked up in a pretty cage, just waiting for your owner to return home from college.

Come now. Surely you don’t miss college? It’s not really a fun place for losers like you. You know, the- the socially limited sort? Yeah, I don’t think you enjoyed it there very much.

Well guess what! You don’t have to worry about that sort of thing ever again, alright? People have noticed you went missing. But no one really knows what happened to you. Before long, the administration will put you on a defaulter list and then your name will be taken off the roll sheet. I am sure they will feel bad about doing that, but what else can they do when somebody doesn’t show up for months? Doesn’t pay tuition? Hm?

This is wrong? Sure honey. We can call it that if you like. I personally see it as an act of kindness, to be honest. The stresses of everyday life- writing assignments, passing tests, getting a job, keeping a job- these no longer concern you. All you need to do now, is be a good boy for me. My very own talking teddy bear (laughing). Mommy will take care of everything else, alright?

Mmnn so grumpy! This will not do. Come here. You’ve sulked in your cage long enough.

(SFX: Opening an ornate bird cage)

Really? You thought you could avoid me by jumping around? Silly boy. You fit so perfectly in my grip. I can just lift you like a toy, because that is what you are. Boop. (More laughing)

That’s it. Keep squirming. I’m sure you will be able to wiggle out of my grip eventually. Hope keeps the world spinning after all. But only until you learn about inertia. Do you know what inertia is, baby?

Oh you do? Of course you do! My teddy is so smart! He’s the smartest teddy bear in the woods. Mmmnn I could just eat you up! (Whispering) Literally. It would take some effort but I could swallow you whole. And you would never be able to make it out again. You would die because of the acid in my stomach. You’d get dissolved. Absorbed into my flesh. I like to think I would then always carry a tiny part of you with me. Inside me. We would be together forever, in a way. Doesn’t that sound nice?

(A long, disconcerting pause)

It does sound nice, but that’s how crazy women talk. I’m not crazy. I wouldn’t do that to you. I prefer you like this. Safe and undissolved. So just remember that, okay? How sane and normal I am.

Oh honey, you look scared! Did mommy scare you? Oh come here! Let me hold you close! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so, well, mean. It was only a little joke. Just a teensy tiny joke. Kinda dark, but you know, just a joke. Mhmn.

(Sighing) There, there. Mommy’s got you. I know exactly what will cheer you up.

The conservation of angular momentum, of course. That’s what we were talking about. You know, the inertia thing. Why don’t I tell you a bit about that? It is quite literally what keeps the earth spinning. So umm, you read about Newton’s first law of motion in school, right?

(SFX: Shuffling of blankets as she pulls him into bed)

An object not acted upon by an external force continues to be in the same state of motion or rest. Just like you, trapped in my arms and cuddled into me. (Whispering) Like this.

Hm. This is nice. My poor teddy bear can’t go anywhere. But hey, about Newton. So he was like, arguably the greatest scientific mind in the history of the human race, right? But the first law was actually something he borrowed from Galileo. He said it himself. That if he had seen farther than others, it was only by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Giants. Hmm. I suppose I am a giantess to you now. We’ll have to try that pose later. Although I think you would look cuter sitting on my shoulder instead.

(Sighing) But I am getting distracted. It’s all your fault for being so cuddly. Bad teddy. In any case, inertia- that property of opposing change- it was discovered by Galileo. Expanded upon by Descartes. Newton took that concept and applied his framework of forces to it, and then we had the first law. Of course, if you say that these days, you’ll get a bunch of those Newton fanboys telling you he somehow came up with every single thing on his own. Which is just retarded, because physics is a team sport.

I’m sorry, honey. You must be wondering how exactly all of that relates to the earth’s spin.

That’s not what you were wondering? Well, rude. But to tell you the truth, by the time the earth formed, the solar system was already spinning. Just a huge mass of spinning dust and gases, coming together to form planets by a process called accretion. And since the earth hit the ground running- get it?- since the earth hit the universe spinning, it just continued to spin. On and on. There is practically zero air resistance in space, and while tidal forces between the earth and moon do slow down its speed verrryyyy slowly,  there’s nothing to meaningfully decelerate, stop or otherwise oppose the earth’s rotation. Thus its angular momentum is preserved and we don’t have to wait six months to see the sun like those poor penguins. Fascinating, isn’t it?

What? You don’t share my sentiment? Well you can blame gravity then. It’s always gravity. That is what initially set the giant cloud of dust into motion, that is what caused accretion. Gravity is the reason the earth began to spin and why life exists and why you and I were born and ultimately, why I was able to shrink you to your current size by tricking you into drinking that very special potion. You want to talk about that? Hm?

You know this is your punishment, right? I did this to you so you might have a good, hard think and repent your ways. Do you need me to remind you? Huh? You sure didn’t hesitate while trying to steal my gym clothes, you perv.

Oh sure, you were just taking them to the dry cleaner’s. Do you realize how unbelievable that excuse sounds?

Well why the hell were you taking my gym clothes to the cleaner’s? I never asked you to do that.

Uh huh. One of my friends told you. Right. So she just walked up to you and said the class president was busy and you would be- what, you would be doing her a solid by stealing her laundry?

Mhmn. Not stealing. You were just carrying my laundry for a wash.

So you just do what you are told? You carry women’s gym clothes without their permission just because their friends ask you to? Refusal was an option, you know?

You were just trying to be nice? (Scoffing) Okay, weirdo. Whatever. Thanks I guess, for stealing my gym clothes to get them cleaned. Cool motive. Still theft.

You brought this on yourself. The shrinking potion is reversible, but I am not giving you the antidote. Not for a long time. Not until I have fully corrected you.

Of course I’d be willing to correct you, love. I’m the class president. I just have this natural desire to help poor souls like you when I can.

Sure honey, you don’t need help. That’s what everyone says at first. Would it make you feel better if I said this is also going to help other women?

Well yes, I do think I’m doing those other women a favour by stopping a weirdo from stealing their gym clothes too. Don’t worry. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but perfectly respectful and well behaved.

(Sighing) There you go again, trying to lecture me on the morality of this. You know I can’t take you seriously when you sound like that, right? You have such a tiny, high pitched voice right now. Like a stuffed animal or a- a talking helium balloon.

I know how to shut you up. You see I’m still wearing this very bright shade of hot pink lipstick, right? Well guess what, manlet. I need a lipstick remover.

(Smothering him in kisses)

Mmn you like that, don’t you? Look at you! All covered in pink kissies. How adorable. Not so tough now, are ya? What’s the matter, hon? Had enough?

Oh but I don’t think you have. (Smooch) Not nearly enough.

(Smothering him in more kisses)

There. That’s so much better. Now anyone who sees you will know you are mine. Not that anyone will see you. Nope. I live alone and you don’t have any family in the area. You were always mine for the taking.

I had a crush on you for the longest time, you know?

Yeah. It’s true. You probably always saw me as this smart, popular girl who wanted nothing to do with you. Always gave you the cold shoulder. Seemed hard to reach. But I, umm, (whispering) I often wondered how it would feel to just hold you like this. My very own boy toy. My teddy bear.

It feels nice. Although I have to be careful not to hold you too close. Else you might suffocate. It’s too easy to smother you. Such a vulnerable, hapless little manlet.

What? You don’t like it when I call you that?

How tragic. I’m not stopping any time soon. (Smirk) Manlet.

I’ve always been good with exotic potions. With alchemy. It kind of runs in the family, you might say. There’s an entire world hidden below the one you know. And you’re only now starting to see bits and pieces of it.

Hush, my sweet little pet. I might tell you more some other time. Mommy has had a long day. (Yawning) Mommy only wants to cuddle you right now. So be a good boy and try to sleep, okay? (Smiling) We can fall asleep together. Share the same dreams. That sounds kinda romantic, not gonna lie.

I have been so good for so long. Kept up my grades, made friends, continued the family tradition. I think I deserve a little treat. Something hopelessly sweet to come home to. I...I like having you around, manlet.

Close your eyes. Sleep. I promise I will take care of you. Teddy bears are for life. You have to nurture them, play with them, cuddle them every day. Else they grow sad. I don’t want my teddy to be sad. It’s like I said. I’m going to take care of everything for you. And all you have to do, is be my good boy. (Pecking him, whispering) Forever, preferably.

Hm. Forever. (A concerning, almost drunken giggle)

I think I like the sound of that.

 

"It's not that deep bro."

"It's just soft corn bro."

"Mommy? Mommy!"

"Bruh this is just more goonerbait man wtf? lol"

"Bro this ain't that deep bro."

"Son im cryin what is ts?"

"Mommy? Mommy!"

"Another W for the gooners lmao"

"people listen to ts????"

"Bro it's really not that dee-"

No. Fuck you. I take my content seriously. It is that deep. READ, you goons, READ!

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Imagine you are walking down that winding path in the woods. That leafy overrun trail we’ve spent the last few minutes trying to find. You are walking down that path now. It takes a few minutes. It’s hard to tell time inside the forest of your subconscious. The trees are gnarled. At once familiar and foreign. Like something from a half-remembered dream. The ground is covered in leaves. Golden, warm. Decaying, dead. And the light in here is difficult to describe. It’s a shade of mauve and violet- maybe those are the colours, yes- but it’s not like anything from the known world. The light is dim, filtered, reminiscent of something you once knew. Like the evening sun poking between the curtains of your dark bedroom. Or purple skies glimpsed through a world of rain-soaked glass.

You are doing well. You’re so close. Part of you wonders if you should keep walking or turn back. But you have come this far. Turning back would be so much harder than walking on. And so you walk. On and on and on, your old shoes crunching over the leaves, and that strange light guiding your path. Filtering through the leaves, falling upon the leaves. You keep walking and I’m right beside you. Do you see it?

In front of us, by the shore of a great lake, the ground is uneven. Freshly dug. Something was buried here long ago but it looks like no time has passed at all. That’s because there are no clocks here. No time. Only gnarled trees and fallen leaves and the lake and...and a black box. Buried there under the uneven patch. Buried by you.

I want you to dig it up. For a long time you have been afraid of opening that box. But that box contains something important. Something you forced yourself to forget and that is why you are here now. A patient in the white sanatorium. You have been a patient for the last 3 months.

Yes dear, I know. You don’t want to stay here longer than necessary. You want to get well soon. You want to move out into the world again. But you cannot until you are deemed fit. Healthy. Mentally well. And the only way, is for you to remember. To dig.

Very good. I see you digging up the earth with your bare hands. There’s trepidation in your fingers, tremors in your breath and heartbeat. A gaping void in your core. But you won’t let them hold you back anymore. You have given them that power long enough. Not a moment more. And so you dig. The mud gets on your sleeves, under your fingernails, but it doesn’t matter. You keep digging.

(Casual, conversational) Hypnosis is one of those things that require a subject’s cooperation. You see, I can’t just wave a pendulum in front of you and put you under. You need to believe you can be put under, simply by watching the swinging, winding oscillations and listening to my voice. If you convince yourself there’s no such thing as hypnosis, then indeed there isn’t. To be hypnotized, you need to open yourself to the possibility of hypnosis. You need to welcome it. You need to consent to it, to willingly follow my instructions, to let me guide you down the rabbit hole instead of falling into it.

That’s the commonly held view on hypnosis. Some subjects are naturally more receptive to the idea. More open to immersion. Your file stated you were not one of them. You never put much stock in these things. This is your first session with me. You have been so good. So willing and cooperative. You are not at all like your previous doctors described.

Hm. I have been told I have a calming voice. Something surprisingly easy to listen to. I’m your doctor now, my dear. But I’m also your friend. I do genuinely wish to help you. And I do appreciate your cooperation. Your polite obedience. Your continuous digging of the soil.

There. Stop.

You have found it. The black box. There’s no lock, no key. It was always ready for you to open. You just had to find it, dear. Are you ready to look inside?

You are in a place between the conscious and subconscious right now. Like a meditative trance. A lucid dream. You can hear my voice and follow my instructions inside this trance, this dream, but you can’t wake up just yet. You are still inside the forest. Staring at the opaque black box.

I read your file. Your ex-girlfriend committed you to this sanatorium 3 months ago. Hearing about her makes you feel conflicted. Confused. Like you aren’t sure what to feel.

That’s quite normal, my dear. She should have trusted you, but with the unprecedented rise in mental illnesses this past year- the suicidal pandemic as some call it- the government has taken a proactive stance. One which requires the cooperation of vigilant and upstanding citizens. Signs of mental illness, even if seemingly benign and trivial, must be reported quickly. They must be stopped from...spiralling.

Your ex-girlfriend cared enough to have you committed so you could receive the help you needed. Even if the relationship did not work out as you had intended. Even if she wasn’t always nice to you.

I must remind you again, I read your file. You harbour symptoms of recurring depression. Anxiety. Frequent panic attacks of variable intensity. You don’t respond well to crowded spaces, loud noises, loud and aggressive women. You are afraid of confrontation. Of being dismissed, ignored, humiliated, shunned and unloved. You have tried to overcome those feelings but your throat always hitches, your heart beats unevenly, your chest feels claustrophobic. It get harder to breathe. It’s like your own body is rebelling against your attempts to step out there.

You don’t want to feel this way anymore. You just want to be normal. And that’s why, my dear, you must open the box.

Good. Good boy. Don’t be afraid. I will be with you as we unravel the things you hid away and forgot about. What’s the first thing you see inside the box?

(A longer pause)

Hmm. A picture of your mother. You drew her in a field of crude flowers in front of your house. You were a sensitive young boy. You were so proud of what you’d drawn. I can see that picture. It’s a pretty picture. You didn’t know what you’d drawn at the time was in fact your house-tree-person drawing. A psychological device that reveals your innermost emotional state.

You just wanted her to love you. You just wanted your mom’s approval. But you would grow up without it. You looked too much like your father and she never could look past that. She was always so busy, so distant, so cold. And then she was gone and you were alone. But you had always been alone to begin with.

I am sorry, dear. You should never have faced such neglect. It was cruel. You tried to find comfort in your girlfriend. The first and only woman you had an affair with. But she was like your mom had been. Busy, distant, cold. Incapable of fully loving you. What is the second thing you see inside the black box?

Hmm. A collar. A dog’s. Her dog’s. Simple, unadorned, cute. It was just an ordinary day when you two were walking in the park with her dog. You saw how much she adored the little retriever. It awakened something in you. Something surprisingly pure and innocent. You didn’t want your girlfriend to...to collar you or put you on a leash or take you for walkies. No. You just wanted her attention.

You just wanted a woman who would take charge, keep you safe, give you affection without judgement. And there’s nothing wrong with that at all. You only wanted to be seen and held. But you didn’t know how to talk to her. Your personalities were too incompatible. You called her mommy once. She...did not react well.

Part of you wonders how I know so much about you. Part of you finds it almost frightening. But you are my patient, sweetheart. I only want to help you. That’s why I too dug into the earth and uncovered everything there was to know about you. (Smiling cryptically) And I liked what I saw.

Come here. Stand in front of me. You are still inside the forest but you will obey. You don’t believe in hypnosis, but you do believe in pleasing women. You believe in listening to us. To older women who see you and make you feel small and vulnerable. But not always in a bad way.

Very good. You really are a wonderful subject, sweetheart. I want you to be honest with me. Do your legs hurt? You were walking for quite a while inside that forest. It was only in your mind, but mental troubles often manifest in physical symptoms. Do your legs hurt?

Then would you like to kneel?

Don’t be shy. Don’t be evasive. Answer the question. (Whispering) Would you like to kneel before me?

Then go ahead, dear. Kneel.

(A longer pause)

Good boy. Do you feel even smaller now, because you have to look up at me to see my face?

Good boy. I like honest subjects. How does it make you feel when I run my fingers through your hair?

(SFX: Faint hair brushing/scratching ASMR)

How about when I gently scratch under your chin with one finger?

It makes you feel good? Why is that?

I’m your doctor, sweetheart. I want to help you. So speak. Tell me. Why do you like it when I play with your hair and scratch your chin as you kneel on the carpet in front of me?

Oh? It makes you feel like a pampered retriever?

Cute. You’d make for a very nice retriever, but sadly, you were born human. (A little laugh) I like humans though. I think they can be a lot of fun. Present company included.

Mmn. You are confused. But thinking is hard right now. You seem to be able to think only what I tell you to, in this moment. And the strange part is you never realized when things became this way. You were only following my instructions. And when I said nothing, your mind was a blank slate. Happy, if empty. Waiting patiently for my suggestions, my instructions, my...praise.

Isn’t that right, sweetheart?

Mmn yes it is. Good boy. So good, so honest, so compliant. It’s a real tragedy you had to go so long without being loved. But don’t worry. I am here now. And I discovered quite some time ago that all your mental turmoil, anguish, troubles- all of them really stem from one singular source.

Your mommy issues. That sounds like an oversimplification, but really, that’s the most concise way of putting it. You need a mother. Or rather, a mommy. You just feel so unanchored, so adrift, so lost without one. And I want what’s best for you. You are such a curious, endearing little patient. That’s why I’ve had my eye on you. That’s why I chose you.

(SFX: Faint vibrations. Like delicate buzzing insect wings.)

Vibrations? You can hear them?

Ah. How curious. Don’t be alarmed, my dear. Those are just my wings buzzing around you.

Ssshh. You cannot see them. You do not need to see them. Because you are seeing only my eyes right now. Staring deep, deep into them. Listening to my voice. Nuzzling the palm of my hand with your cheek, like an affectionate puppy. It’s cute. My puppy is a good boy. Yes, you are such a good boy. And you are almost there. You have almost become...(smiling fondly) hmm, you have almost become mine. My host. My betrothed.

Humans tell me I have a soothing voice. They just find it so easy to listen, to follow what I tell them. Almost like there’s something disarming, something...hypnotic about my voice, my eyes, my presence in general. And they are not wrong. They just can never quite put their finger on what makes them so eager to obey me. And such is the case with all of us. All of my kind. But you don’t need to worry about that. You just need to listen. To the faint buzzing in your ears. (Whispering) To me.

Your mind is no longer your own. It is cute, just like you, and I have decided to claim it as my own. Which is to say, your mind- your thoughts, your conscious and subconscious, id and ego, dreams and desires, you- (whispering) I believe “plaything” would be an apt word to describe your present state.

You are my plaything now. My very own toy, my cute and submissive good boy. (A little laugh)

Doesn’t that excite you?

My dearest, most precious patient. You are the one I have chosen, and as such, I’m afraid you can never leave this place. But deep down, you already knew that. Have you ever stepped outside once in the three months you spent here? Did you ever manage to count how many rooms and wards there are in this sanatorium? Did you ever hit a dead end or find an entrance or exit? Or did you just keep stumbling down one corridor into another, one passageway into another hall, an impersonal staircase into a sterile suite of wards, leading to another passageway, another set of rooms, another winding corridor, on and on and on. Without end. An infinite urban space that shouldn’t exist. Did you keep stumbling around until the staff members gently dragged you back to your room?

I know, sweetheart. It must have been so strange, so confusing. But that’s just fine. You’re not alone. No patient ever leaves this place. Because they are exactly where they need to be. Just look at you. You seem so happy kneeling before me. Resting your head on my thigh as I stroke your hair.

Come here, sweetheart. Let mommy give you a proper hug.

(Pulling him closer, sighing with satisfaction)

Yes, I can pick you up after all. I’m your mommy. Of course I’m strong. Strong enough to put you on my lap and hold your head to my chest and give you a big, comforting hug! (A little snicker) Stay in my arms, sweetheart. Stay right here. This is where you have always belonged.

I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. (Motherly kiss on his forehead)

There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore. No worries, no fears, no nightmares. I will lead you out of that forest. You can toss the black box in the lake. You no longer need it.

I will guide you out of the woods. Soon you will awaken. But before that, there are three rules I must engrave into your mind. Trace them with a gentle, firm, unyielding hand.

One, you will forget everything you once knew outside this sanatorium. Forgetting is the easiest way to let go of trauma.

Two, you will be afraid of everything and everyone that isn’t me. Which is why you will never leave my side. You will always cling to me. Trust me. Worship me. I will be your everything. All that was and all that ever will be. After all, (pulling him closer) good boys stay with their mommies.

Three, you will forget everything I just told you. You will forget this little session ever happened. When you open your eyes, you will be like a new-born bird. Instinctively recognising his mommy. (Whispering) All you will ever be sure of- permanently, irreversibly sure of- is that you belong to me and I love you. And the rest is obedience.

Can you do that for me? Can you give me everything, in exchange for love?

(Kissing him)

Good boy.

Why don’t you snuggle a little deeper into mommy’s embrace while she tells you a story, hm? Just a tiny reward for being so good.

Good boy. (Pecking his cheek possessively)

Many millennia ago, before the first human opened their eyes, there was another sentient race on this world. A race of insect philosophers from one of Jupiter’s moons. They drifted to your world through the icy void of space for...hm, the reason is not relevant. All you should know, (whispering) is they never left.

They watched humanity grow, collapse, crumble and thrive. And over the centuries and millennia, they mated with a few humans. Their lineage carried through the ages. Their descendants were decidedly more human, but not quite human. They carried the same hypnotic powers. The wings. The...affinity to help lost patients. Patients like you. But it wasn’t entirely altruistic. I’m afraid those descendants can be quite selfish. (Whispering) You are my host. My source of sustenance. My plaything. My good boy. And I am keeping you until the sun itself goes dark.

You heard the vibrations when you were out there. You thought it was just your imagination. You were mistaken. I have been aware of you for some time now, and I felt so bad for you. Pity was what made me take notice. Interest was what kept me. Love was what made me act. And it is out of that love, sweetheart, that I made your ex-girlfriend bring you here. This sanatorium that really is an...an offering ground for humanity’s forgotten gods.

You too will forget. You won’t recall this story. Or what happened. Or who you were. All you know is you have spent your entire life in this white, infinite sanatorium. And I am your doctor. Your mommy. You are my patient. My good boy. You love me with every bit of your fragile, adorable heart. And why wouldn’t you? (Kissing his nose) Good boys love their mommies. Because mommy is the only one who cares. The only one who can scratch that itch, fill that longing, scold that self-hatred, soothe that anxiety. The only one who wants the very best for you, because of course I do. You are my patient. I want to help you.

We are already walking out of the forest. Your hand is in mine and all you can hear are the leaves crunching underfoot. And that faint, intermittent buzzing in your ears. The vibrations which will never leave you.

You will wake up on the count of three, and all that will remain are our three rules. Forget, stay, reawaken. So, sweetheart, are you ready to step out of the forest?

Good boy. On the count of three.

One.

Two..

Three...

(Snapping her fingers)

(Lingering silence. And faint, buzzing wings.)

 

Part 1

A sequel I didn't think I'd write. All praise to AdmiralofWeebland for commissioning it!

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(All cutesy and adoring, as if talking to a small animal)

Awwww! Look at those ears! Those pointy, squiggly ears! You look sooooo cute sweety! Come here. Come to mommy.

(Happy little sounds) Oh, I can’t believe I waited so long to turn you into a cat! Genevieve was right. You know Genevieve? She’s the friend I told you about. The one who turned her boyfriend into a cat for ignoring her texts. She was right! This is the best. You feel so warm and cuddly and squishy in my arms. Mmmnn! I just want to squish you into a puddle. Come here, baby. Come to mommy. Let me hold you.

(SFX: Hair brushing ASMR)

Headpats! Lots and lots of headpats for my little kitty! Does that feel good?

I know you’d probably be trying to claw at me right about now, but you can’t ignore my whims when you are like this. It’s because I turned you into a very special cat. You’re like my- my familiar now. You have to do what I say, and in return, you get headpats and scritches behind your ears! Oh, look at those eyes rolling back. You really like this, don’t you?

Oh? Was that a purr? Pet, are you purring for me? (Sighing wistfully) Aww! That is so cute! Cats purr when they are content. (Pouting) But cats also purr when they are stressed. Hmm. I don’t know which one it is but I like to think you are happy. Are you happy lying on my lap like this while I stroke your fur?

Hey, hey! Don’t try to get away. I am your girlfriend. Or well, I was. Now I’m your owner. But I still love you. I love you so, so much. I know you’re scared- you just woke up and found you were a cat- I know that can be a little hard to process, but you have nothing to worry about.

Pet! Pet. It’s not my fault, you know? You- you made me do this. I was patient, I was gentle, I was sweet! I tried so hard to win back your love after I- you know, after I took your legs. I really don’t understand how you can still be mad about that! But whatever. I tried. I really did. You just wouldn’t open yourself up to me. I had no other choice.

I really loved you, you know? You meant everything to me. (Taking a deep breath, her voice tremoring and pained) Your rejection hurt me more deeply than anything else. I hated that empty look in your eyes whenever I’d cuddle you. That crushing silence whenever I’d talk to you. You just...stopped caring. It hurt so much, my pet.

Pet...that’s when I realized...maybe I was looking at it all wrong. Maybe all I really needed to do, was turn my boyfriend into my pet. A cute little cat that can never ignore me or cause me pain. Then I- I wouldn’t feel so strange when I looked at you. So guilt-stricken and claustrophobic, for whatever reason. I’d no longer be reminded of how much you hate me. And you...you can just let me make all your decisions for you. Take care of all your simple needs. Let you sleep on my lap, and give you lots of tasty treats, and of course, cuddles and head pats!

(SFX: Hair brushing intensifies)

This isn’t cruel. I know it’s not. A truly cruel person wouldn’t ever doubt their deeds to be cruel. I just changed our relationship a little bit. My love for you hasn’t changed. It never will. Even if it’s more chaste and motherly now. (A little giggle)

That’s my darling. Such a cute, confused pet. A pet who can’t run away from my cuddles. But hey, at least you can walk now! A cat has legs. Four of them. You kept complaining earlier about how horrible I was for paralyzing your legs, but you can’t do that anymore. Because you are not confined to my bed, and you can no longer speak. You can only meow. (Laughing happily)

Can you meow for me? Can you say meow?

Please? Just a little meow. I wanna hear what your cat version sounds like!

Pretty please? Pet, won’t you meow for me?

(Pouting) You are no fun. Will I really have to command you to meow? You want me to expend my mana for such a simple thing?

(Sighing heavily) Maybe I should name you Droopy. Because your ears have drooped. What, you don’t like being turned into a cat? You wanted to be a dog or a platypus or something?

Don’t give me that look! Just because you are a cat now, doesn’t mean I can’t- that I don’t understand what you are trying to say. It’s not about the animal, is it? You want to lecture me on why turning you into a familiar while you were sleeping is- is messed up and all. You want to lecture me on the morality of it.

Maybe you should! At least then you would be talking to me. I would get more than- than empty silence and those listless eyes. (Taking a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from cracking) Do you have any idea how much it hurts, to be ignored by the person you love?

(Lashing out) Do you?! Have you any idea of what it’s like to be ignored by your other half? No you don’t, you ungrateful creature! You pretentious rodent. You never cared! Never. But I loved you enough to paralyze you so I could keep you forever. I- I loved you. (Almost sobbing) Why can’t you see? Why won’t you see it?

What do I have to do for you to love me back?

(A longer pause. Sniffling and unsteady breathing.)

(SFX: She gets up. Soft footsteps around the room.)

(Blankly) I know this isn’t right. I’m not a monster. I just wanted to see how you felt about this. I told myself if you didn’t like being a cat, then...I would turn you back.

Hold still. Unless you want me to mess up the spell and turn you into a newt.

(SFX: Magical fuckery)

There. Back to a human. Still not restoring your legs though. I’m not an idiot.

Well? Aren’t you going to thank me? It’s the least you can do. I could have kept you as a familiar forever if I wanted. (Pouting) You can at least thank me.

(Pleasantly surprised) Huh?

You- you’re welcome. (Muttering softly) Now if only you said it like you meant it.

You’re just afraid, aren’t you? Of what I might do if you provoke me again?

(Sighing) Come here.

No! (Beseeching) Please. Don’t flinch. Don’t try to get away. I won’t hurt you. I promise.

(Gently shushing him, crooning) I am just giving you a hug. It’s okay. I can still give you hugs even if you aren’t a cat anymore.

(Smiling wistfully) You used to love this, you know? Whenever I’d throw my arms around you, your knees would get all wobbly. And you would become unable to form complete sentences. It was cute.

It really was.

Do you hate this now? Do you hate...intimacy with me now?

Darling?

(A longer pause)

(Sighing) It’s okay. You don’t have to give me an answer. Not all the time. I just...I just want my sweetheart to talk to me some of the times, okay? That’s all I’m asking.

I never wanted you to be scared of me. Okay well, maybe a little bit. It’s- it’s kinda hot. (Chuckling)

(Quietly again) But I didn’t want you to become afraid of me. It’s different from being scared. It’s like...you don’t recognize me anymore. You don’t see the woman who loves you. You only see a selfish tyrant.

But love is selfish, my dear. It has to be. It always is. Loving someone- truly loving them- means doing whatever it takes to keep them by your side, in your arms, until the end of time. Even if...keeping them by your side means keeping them on a leash.

It’s funny. You’ve probably forgotten about it, but I still remember our first date. You were a little nervous, but very charming. I was smitten. But also worried. Lots of guys want to date a witch, until it’s actually time to date a witch. There was a- um, a non-zero probability I might turn you into a cat someday. (Chuckling fondly)

I warned you I was- that I could get jealous easily, possessive to a considerable degree. I could be obsessive, covetous, scary. I asked you if you were really prepared to- to be mine, after knowing all of that. Do you remember what you said?

(A longer pause)

(Clasping his hands) You said nothing. You just held my hand in yours, and you kissed me.

(Kissing him)

Kind of like this. Mmn. Bet you wish you hadn’t done that back then, huh?

Your lips tasted so sweet. And they still do. You haven’t changed, my love. You are still the same person. I wonder if it’s just me who has changed.

It doesn’t matter. I am only doing this out of love. I knew there was no coming back from this when I paralyzed your legs. But I don’t care. Even if you hate me, it’s no reason for me to stop loving you. I am only doing this out of love.

(Echoing over and over, soft but manic) Out of love. That’s all this is. I love you. I am selfish. Love is selfish. I am not a monster. I am just your owner, your girlfriend. I love you. I’m so sorry, my darling, you can’t have your legs back...but I will take care of you, I will take care of everything, I always do...I love you my darling. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I love you.

(Kissing him, breathing softly)

Please. (Whispering) Please don’t abandon me.

 

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Psssst!

Hey! Pssssst! Are you there?

Yes, it’s me. The crown princess. Now get off your bottom and get onto the horse, you pleb.

What do you mean? I’m always bossy like this. And we are taking the horse. We’ll draw too much attention if I ask my servants for a carriage.

Good. Now get on the horse. Don’t worry, she’s very friendly.

Yes. That is why she’s nuzzling you. Her name is Zephyr.

Well, I told Zephyr about you. Naturally she’s curious to know what my...umm...lover is like.

You don’t know how to ride a horse? (Sighing) Why am I not surprised? Just move over. I’ll take the reins.

Oh, please. I will be fine. Did I never tell you how many horse-riding lessons I had to take as a child?

Well, if I might have mentioned it, there should be no reason for your apprehension.

I beg your pardon, good sir? Did you just say you don’t trust a woman behind a horse?

(Rolling her eyes) Why do you sound like one of the men in the royal palace? Stop being daft. And hold on tight.

(SFX: Galloping horse. Winds rushing by.)

You are okay. You are alright. You can open your eyes. You won’t fall off.

Well, you might if you don’t hold my waist tighter than that. What is wrong with you tonight? Just grab on!

(Sighing in exasperation) I must do everything myself. There. I pulled your arms closer. Now hold on while Zephyr carries us to our secret place.

Of course she knows the way. She’s a special horse. I tell her everything.

(SFX: Solemn neighing of a horse)

(Silence for a few seconds. Only winds and galloping steps.)

You’re being uncharacteristically quiet. What’s wrong?

Hm? You...missed me?

Of course you did, silly. You love me. You’ve been in love with me since the first time we crossed eyes under the elm tree in the palace courtyard. You told me that yourself.

I missed you too. It is nice, seeing you. I mean, I can’t see you right now because you’re behind me and I can’t turn around but- you know what I mean. (Awkward laugh)

Well yes, I will see you again. Right when we get to- oh, here we are. That was fast.

(Gallops slow down and stop)

Zephyr is a fast girl. So fast and clever. Aren’t you, Zephie?

(SFX: Soft neighs/grunts)

Hey. Plebeian. Want my help getting down? Oh, and just so you know, I call you that out of fondness. Plebeian. Pleb. I think it’s cute, because it’s funny.

Well, humour is subjective. In any case, do you need some help? You look like you need help. There’s no shame in taking a girl’s hand when stepping down from a horse. I mean, it would be better than suffering a fall, yes?

Fine then. You are a man. Go on. Pretend to be all boisterous and tough. Hmph.

Well, maybe I like men who are unsure of themselves. Who are soft-spoken. Gentle. Shy. I am describing you, just in case this conversation went over your head.

Well, well. I suppose you managed not to fall. Well done. I hope you’re thirsty. I stashed away this fine vintage from the palace. It’s a Chardonnay.

White wine, dear. I felt a bit festive tonight.

Yes, I brought chalices. White wine must be drunk from a chalice. Not cups, not glasses, and surprisingly enough- not bowls either. Only chalices.

Yes, it’s an unspoken law among royals, as is the case with many of our peculiar customs and traditions. But it’s also quite sacred.

No, I just made that up. But here you go. Let’s toast to a wonderful past, and to a beautiful future!

(SFX: Clinking of chalices. A lull in conversation.)

You know, I do like it when you talk. Why are you so quiet tonight? What plagues your mind?

Why, yes. I am getting married in a few days.

(Silence reigns again)

Yes. To a prince. But between you and me, I don’t like him very much. Or, at all. He is quite obnoxious. And I am convinced he sees me as nothing more than some kind of pretty trophy. A proper bastard, that one.

Don’t be sorry. That’s just the way it is between royals. Everything is a transaction. An exchange of wealth or power. It’s not really advisable for someone in my position to...to dwell too deeply on these things.

Well yes, I do it regardless. Dwell, I mean. And then I get depressed. But that is neither here nor there. (Teasing lilt) My wedding is coming up in a few days. Did you get me a wedding present?

Oh? You did?

(Listener shuts her up by kissing her. Any subsequent snark is lost in muffled moans and gasps.)

That...okay, that was certainly a- a gift. Hm. Although I don’t think my fiancé would like it very much.

(Giggling) Yes, I suppose he will never know. Or maybe he will. Once he learns I ran away with someone else. Someone I like so much more.

What? I am not a jester. I would not make light of such grave matters. I am being most serious when I say this. I am not going to marry the prince. I am leaving with you.

Where? Oh, I already made the arrangements. There’s this dear friend of mine living in the neighbouring country. She’s nobility, so she has a few estates lying around. One of those is very secluded, sequestered. Beautiful. I visited it once. I think you will like it.

Well, of course. I just told you I’m not saying this in jest. I lied to you earlier when I said there’s no carriage. There is a carriage, after all, but it’s a few miles north of here. Hidden from prying eyes. Zephyr can take us there, and then...and then we will make away in the night.

What? Is there something on my face? Has my hair come undone due to the wind?

Then why are you looking at me so...strangely?

We cannot? What can we not?

Elope and run away? I don’t see why not. I understand your trepidation. Your fear. But I’ve already planned out everything. No one will be able to find us.

The prince? (Shrugging) What about him? I doubt he will shed any tears over losing me. Losing the right to call these lands his own, though? That I can definitely see him crying over.

My parents? Well, they might disown me for this betrayal. But that’s fine. Because I’ve been praying for times like these. There’s no love lost between them and me.

But what? Hm?

This is wrong? (Taking a deep breath) You want to talk about right and wrong? Alright. We can do that. How about- ?

How about my parents forcing me into a marriage for their own political gain? Forcing me to spend the rest of my life with someone I can never bring myself to love? How about me, sitting there with the prince as he ran his hand up my thigh, and whispered reassuringly how he wouldn’t marry another girl for at least a couple of years after our wedding? (Seething, hurting) How about...gritting my teeth, forcing myself to smile, to- to sit through that, while all I could think of was you? How you would always look into my eyes for permission before so much as clasping my hand in yours?

How about that, for right and wrong? Do you think it’s wrong of me to want to escape from that miserable existence? Do you really believe it would be right for me to stand by my parents, my groom and everyone else who has only ever seen me as a possession to be bought, sold or bartered?

No. Then why do you hesitate? We can leave right now. I brought you here to this meadow- our secret spot, hidden in the woods, that only we know- so we might be able to talk for a moment like old times. Because everything is about to change. We may not be able to come here again, to kiss under the moonlight, to run our hands over each other as the trees rustle in the wind and the cicadas sing quietly on a summer night. Do you remember that night?

I...I gave you that which I’m only supposed to give to my future husband. Because, deep in my heart, I’d already decided. Even back then. I-I knew it was you I was going to marry one day. It’s you. It’s always been you.

(Whispering fervently) We can leave right now. All you have to do...is take my hand.

Please, just reach out and clasp my hand one more time. Why do you hesitate?

(A longer pause)

What? You...You don’t think you’re worth it?

It doesn’t matter if you think that. I- I’m convinced you’re worth it. I know what I’m doing.

I have thought this through! I know what I’ll be giving up. I don’t care about my inheritance. About riches, Chardonnays or the comforts of the royal palace. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth feeling...caged. I will never have any agency of my own. I feel suffocated when I am there.

You were my ray of sunshine. When you first came to the palace, as a tutor for my younger sister, I...it really was like I’d seen a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds for the first time in a long time. You were so different from the people in my circles. You were so...so utterly simple, unpretentious, sweet. And inelegant, clumsy, even grumpy at times- (a giggle)- but you were just the nicest, most wonderful soul to ever walk through the doors of that accursed place.

You made a vow to me, didn’t you? That you’d always stay loyal to me?

(Taking a deep breath, pleading) My sweet ray of sunshine, I- I’m asking you to uphold that vow. Please, just listen to me and run away with me. Take my hand.

Darling? Darling. Why- Why do you- ?

We’ll have to keep looking over our shoulders for the rest of our life together? You really think so?

(Dawning) Yes. They...They would be relentless. Not because they want me back. But because they can’t let such a murky stain on their honour go unpunished. Running away is...it’s not the answer, you think?

(Pleading, helpless, charged) Then what else is there?! What else can we do? How- How in the raging fires of hell are we supposed to be together if you won’t even come with me?

Tell me! Say it. Tell me what you have in mind. You must be thinking of something. You must! So say it to me. Tell me what’s your plan.

Tell me!

(Lingering silence)

You have nothing? Nothing?

So what am I supposed to do? Go back and forget about you? Trap myself in a loveless marriage and live out the rest of my days in quiet desperation?

Why? Why won’t you just come with me?

(Whispering to herself) Because running away means death...? The alternative is death.

It’s funny. All the doors are locked. It’s like I’m some character in a cruel script, whose fate can only end in tragedy. And all I can do- all I have ever been able to do- is act out my part upon this flimsy stage.

(Sighing, taking a deep breath, searching for words)

There’s nothing else left to do then, is there? At least I...I brought this bottle. So we may share a drink one last time.

You like the wine?

(Smiling sadly) Why do you say it with tears in your eyes? It can’t be that nice.

You’ll see me again?

Hm. You’ll help me sneak out again to meet you here in our woods? Like you used to?

Don’t lie to me.

(Eyes staring at the dark earth)

(Softly) I loved you. But your words amounted to nothing. You were just a liar in the end.

You don’t want to see me dead. You could never forgive yourself if that happened. I know. Lovers eloping and living happily ever after is- is the stuff of fairy tales. And this is a muddied fairy tale. Dark, filthy, suffocating.

You don’t want me to die. But what good is that, if I die a little each day? That’s no life at all. I’d be happier dying with you than living with him.

It’s so strange. (Looking up at the stars) Whether you are a plebeian or a princess, “choice” eludes you. No amount of money can buy you choice if your destiny has already been authored.

Do you know why I like looking at the stars?

Because the stars are indifferent. I wish I could be like that. Resign myself to my fate with no sadness of goodbyes. A heart is a very heavy thing to carry. Sometimes, it feels like the weight will kill me. I wish I could stop feeling like that. Feeling at all. But I can’t.

I care too much.

(SFX: Dull thud against the ground, like someone collapsing)

Took long enough. I thought you’d have fallen to the ground earlier. The wine was strong. Did you notice I didn’t drink any?

I don’t think you did. Or maybe you just didn’t care. You’ve always trusted your princess.

Don’t try to speak. Words are difficult. Words are hurtful. You’ve caused me enough pain with your words.

Zephyr, help me secure him on your back, will you?

(SFX: Unsure neighing)

What? What’s with that tone? You do not approve of what I’ve done? Is that it?

This is why they say dogs are man’s best friend. Not horses. Despite everything you have done for civilization, you always hesitate and choke up at the most crucial juncture.

(SFX: More neighing)

Yes. It’s true I am not a man. Thank the heavens for that. And yes, horses definitely are a woman’s best friend. Or was it ponies? Hmm.

Good girl, Zephyr. I’ve strapped my darling to the harness. He’s not leaving anytime soon. Now, the three of us will ride back. You know what comes after this, yes?

Oh? My little pleb, you’re still awake? Are you still able to hear what I’m saying?

So you’re aware enough to listen. But not nearly enough to speak. That suits me just fine. You’ve always been better at listening to what I tell you anyway. We’ll treat tonight as an exception. I know you were just trying to keep me safe.

(Whispering up close) You are compassionate. But it’s that compassion which makes you a coward. Keeps you from turning your desires into thoughts, and thoughts into actions. But even so...

(Gently kissing his forehead)

You were not wrong. We would have been hunted for a long time had we run away. This was only a romantic illusion I let myself entertain. For a little too long. Because...it was sweeter than the alternative.

You are wondering what’s the alternative, yes?

I believe, my dear sunshine, the correct phrase would be a coup d’état. I am going to overthrow my parents- the dear king and queen- and take sovereign power in my own hands. I have been plotting this for a while. Daddy will be furious, but I imagine there will also be a hint of grudging respect in his eyes when I throw him in the dungeons. After all, I am his daughter. He taught me well.

Everyone thinks I am this sweet, innocent princess. Incapable of harming so much as a tiny mouse. But that’s a gift, you see. It’s very easy to manipulate and pull the strings when no one even thinks of doubting you. Many of the soldiers are itching for change. For something new and unprecedented. There’s quite a bit of discontent with the king’s scorched earth style of administration. All I had to do was fan the flames. Remember that friend I told you about?

She’s in on this. She has been opening a lot of doors that were previously locked to me. Because she’s my dear friend. And she really wants access to the rich coal deposits of my country.

The plan was to simply seize power and then hand over the keys to the kingdom to my darling little sister. You’ve tutored her. You know what a sweet, pretty, terribly feisty and ambitious thing she is. She takes after me. (Chuckling)

I have no ambitions of ruling over a nation, however. I’ve been at the mercy of men all my life. Men who think they are gods, and everything in the world belongs to them. I’ve pretended to smile and curtsey and dance for them. But not a moment longer. I will be content to destroy their legacy and set it afire as I take everything. That...would have been enough. You and I could have really just run away after that. To a charming villa in the countryside, where we would waste away our lives in idyllic bliss.

(Sighing) It’s a sweet dream, that one. But you have shown me tonight I was right to harbour doubts. You don’t love me as much as I love you. Not quite, my little ray of sunshine.

(Kissing him- tenderly, venomously)

It seems my little sister will have to wait a bit longer. I must ease the transition of power. And, more importantly, (whispering) I must train her old tutor into his new role.

(Caressing his cheek) I need to make sure my future husband is fully devoted to me, don’t I? I will groom you into a man worthy of me. Until then, you can be my...my pet, if you like. (A little giggle)

And while we’re at it, why don’t we pay a visit to my lovely fiancé? Right after our first meeting, I had sworn to the gods I would annex that vile mongrel’s kingdom. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I’m sitting on his very throne, petting you on my lap- I think you’d fit on my lap- while all he can do is watch as the rug is swept from under him.

I think that would be nice. Dear daddy might get bored by himself in the castle dungeon.

Well, one thing at a time. I can no longer avoid what I was always supposed to do. The time has arrived. The board is ready and the pieces are set. All that remains is to play the game. Come on, Zephyr. Pleb. Let’s get going. We have a monarchy to overthrow.

 

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How are you feeling, my little thief?

Surprised? Well so am I. I didn’t expect to find you here at this hour. I thought you were sleeping in your chambers as you usually do.

Oh? You thought taking a walk through the streets of High Lemuria would calm your nerves?

I see. Perhaps I might join you then, in this...calming of nerves. Shift aside please.

Good boy.

No need to feign indignation, my little thief. Your inner feelings are as clear to me as water. You are not so...averse to praise as you’d have me believe.

It’s merely a compliment for being good. You know you haven’t been very good as of late, what with trying to unravel our ancient empire’s secrets. So on the rare occasions that you are, in fact, a “good boy”, I make a public note of it.

Hm. I am glad my explaining it makes things better.

Well, if you were being sarcastic, you should have told me so. I find your sarcasm more eldritch than you find me. Why can’t you humans just speak plainly?

You do not need to apologise. Perhaps, this is...well, this may be a learning experience for me too. You are the first human to set foot here in several aeons. You are quite the puzzle. A curious little oddity out of place and out of time.

If I made you feel small just now, I apologize. It was not intended. Even if it was the truth. In the macrocosm of the universe, you are- indubitably, exceedingly- small. But that may not be a bad thing. Rest assured, you are my guest. As long as you are under my protection, I will not let any harm come to you.

You are welcome, my little thief. You have been here for...hmm, “time” doesn’t quite have the same meaning here as in your physical world. But to you, it has felt like a few days. I am pleased to see you are not as afraid or confused as you were when you first came here.

Yes. I sensed your life force when you found the gateway. It was like a faint speck of light in the endless dark abyss. Utterly foreign. Like it didn’t belong here. You were on the brink of unconsciousness when I materialized.

Your unshielded psyche must not be directly exposed to what lies here. You cannot glimpse Lemuria as it truly is without turning insane. Mortal eyes were not meant to see it. Not out of arrogance on our part, but for your own safety.

It is difficult to explain to a human. From what I understand, you only see the universe in three dimensions. What you are seeing right now- this ancient, beautiful city in the depths of the abyss- it is only a shadow. You cannot see what casts this shadow.

Because you cannot.

Yes. That is why the city is deserted. No one is here except you and me. No one lives in the shadow, but you and me.

You want to know where is everyone?

(Blinking) They are below the abyss. Above the stars.

Oh? I wasn’t aware that sounds paradoxical to a human mind. But it is the truth. I don’t think there is an easy way for you to understand.

(Concerned) Are you...scared of what you can’t understand?

(A longer pause)

Don’t be scared. I told you. You are my guest. I will not let any harm come to you while you are here.

Why...? That is an interesting question. I have asked myself that a few times since you arrived.

Well, I didn’t say I have been able to answer it.

I chose to link with your eroding consciousness because letting your mind crumble seemed like a waste. Especially after you finally found the place you had been seeking for so long. Most of us...the beings beyond human comprehension, “eldritch” as you call us...we are indifferent to humanity. Not because you are beneath us. We just exist on a...on a very different scale.

Some of us do notice you, though. I have told you this before, but I am the princess of High Lemuria. The fact that you were so interested about my domain, having made it your life’s mission to rediscover this supposedly lost civilization...I suppose that flattered me. A bit.

There’s also the fact that I like you.

What? Did I say something to make you uncomfortable? I apologize. I have not interacted with many humans before. Any humans.

Of course it’s possible for me to like you. I do feel fondness, and jealousy, and anger, among other things. In fact, where do you think those emotions originate from?

They came from us. We are the source and the end. We were here at the beginning of time, before anything else was. And we will remain here at the end of time, after everything else, was.

I told you earlier what you see is a shadow. But even in a shadow, you may glimpse fragments of the original substance. The sprawling buildings, the labyrinthine streets, the nebulous lights, the water-  aqueducts, canals, ponds, lakes, streams, and of course, the depthless ocean around us- it is all still a part of Lemuria. You are not looking at an illusion.

You wanted to learn our secrets. To see this fabled kingdom for yourself. And now that you have...what do you think?

(Cocking her head) There’s a lot of water? Why yes, certainly. My race has an affinity for the ocean. That much should be obvious.

You are curious how you can still breathe, yes? Why you are not crushed by the cold weight of the abyss?

Hm. Lemuria is also the realm of dreams. In your dreams, you can swim at the bottom of the ocean without drowning, yes? You could think of this as a dream.

You aren’t the one dreaming. You are merely inside someone’s dream. This city exists inside a dream.

Mine. Ours. Theirs.

It is a long dream. So, no. There is no easy way for you to go back to your world. You cannot simply wake up, because you already are awake. When you chose to cross that threshold...to enter the gateway...I thought you knew there was a very real chance you could never go back.

There is no easy way. You’d have to seek out the gate again. That nexus between worlds. And even if you did find it, I am not sure if your body and mind could handle the strain of crossing a second time.

No easy way...but I will do what I can to help you. So, my little thief, do make yourself comfortable here. After all, this is your home now. It can be, if you want.

No. I will not leave you alone in this sunken city. I won’t have you walk amidst the towering steeples, the strange temples, the vast maze of streets and markets and empty houses all by yourself. I chose to reveal myself to you, because I felt an affinity. Something strange and incorporeal, like the threads of fate connecting us. It is my responsibility, while you are here, to look after you.

Noblesse oblige. Call it what you want. I am a royal, and I’d be a poor hostess if I left you to your own devices.

(SFX: Gentle rain falling in the ancient city)

(Sighing) Seems like it has started raining. You like water, right?

Mmn. But not getting drenched in water? Humans are strange.

Fine. Let’s get you out of here. Come on. We’ll walk back to the old castle in the rain. Should be pleasant.

(SFX: Intermittent and recurring splashing, puddles, water ambience)

Yes. I thought you might be wondering how it can rain at the bottom of the abyss, inside a dream, in the shadow of a city. And I am sorry to disappoint you, but-

Mhmn. There’s no easy way for me to explain which will enable you to understand. But you can think of it like memories.

Memories. Like how you walk down a familiar lane in the dead of night, and hear thunderclouds, and then think back to how it rained the previous time you were walking that same road. You can almost feel the cool, icy-needle rain falling on your skin for a brief moment.

You can think of these as memories falling from the void above to the void below. A memory of rain.

Yes, I know it feels very real on your skin. Because it is. This is a realm of dreams and water, not illusions or lies.

You spend most of your time studying the runes etched into my city. And reading all the tomes in the royal library. It may as well be an archive frozen in time, one built to await your arrival. Humanity’s unknown ambassador. So you might remember. So you might witness the glory of what once was. And still is, but only- but forever- forever lost to humanity’s curious, wandering gaze.

There is much you do not understand yet. I’d be surprised if you did. But don’t be disheartened. You have plenty of time to learn Lemuria’s secrets. After all, for the foreseeable future, you are stranded here with me.

You don’t think that’s so bad?

(Smiling faintly) Of course you don’t. I am a kind hostess. I take care of what catches my eye. My all-seeing, perpetually awake, very eldritch eye.

Yes, my little thief. You should feel honoured. What a polite, well-mannered intruder you are. (Laughing softly)

Hmm. You are full of questions, as ever. What is it you wish to ask?

(A longer pause)

Have I been living here by myself all this time...?

(Lingering silence)

What a curious question. I suppose, yes and no. I live in many places at once. Wherever you see water- a ripple on a lake, a reflection frozen in ice- whenever you feel a sliver of memory, a dream’s formless wisp, or the rain’s familiar pinpricks- I reside there and then. Infinitely small fragments of me.

But to answer your question more directly, my “true form”, as it were, resides in High Lemuria. The city in whose shadow we are walking now.

What is my true form like...?

(Thinking deeply)

I have tentacles.

Yes, really. You cannot see them because you only see a figment of the truth. A projection. A vessel that is closest to what I would be if I were human.

Why yes, you would be afraid if you looked at my true visage directly. Not because I look hideous or scary. Just...well, “incomprehensible” to the human eye, I suppose. Like something evolution has simply not prepared you to gaze upon. And then, like with most things eldritch, your sanity would crumble and you would turn insane. Which would be bad.

Because I don’t want you to lose your mind. You are the last mortal to bear witness to Lemuria’s glory. Given the elusive nature of the gateway, I doubt anyone else will ever find this place again. Our records in your history are lost to time and dust. Very, very few people are aware we once lived among your kind, even if only as spectres. Vessels. Fleeting avatars of what we really are.

It was a time of prosperity and illuminance. There are a lot of things we taught humanity, and a lot we taught them to forget. But all traces leading to us disappear, just like we ourselves chose to.

(Rain slowly grows fainter, more distant, as if falling outside and far away)

Why we chose to leave is a tale for another day, little thief. It is time now. Even in a realm of dreams, you still need to sleep. How else will you ravage my collection of tomes and treatises tomorrow morning?

I am just saying, dear, you left quite the mess of discarded, half-read books in your wake last time. I understand you are eager to learn as much as your cute, precious little mind can grasp. But a well-maintained library is much desired.

You think I can just swish my hand and everything will return to its proper place?

Hm. Perhaps. But I am not going to do that. Because that, would be such a vulgar display of power.

Here we are. Your bedchambers. Now, (smirking...?) be a good boy and go to sleep, will you?

You are not sleepy? I can help with that. Remember my little trick?

(Gentle, soothing) Mhmn. I just touch your forehead with my fingers, and you feel light-headed. Like you are drifting through a sea of fog and mist. And then, suddenly, you feel heavy as you sink into it. Into the sea, into dreams. Just like this.

There’s only darkness now, but it’s soft. Gentle. Comforting.

Not fair? (Laughing softly) Nothing in life is, for a human. I know I talked about vulgar displays of power earlier, but this- this is for your own benefit. I don’t want my dear little guest to get all sleep-deprived.

Are you pouting, little one? What is it, hm? (Whispering) Were you hoping I’d help you fall asleep in a different way?

There’s that faint blush again. Just the reaction I was hoping for. Good boy. You are quite amusing, you know?

Amusing. And nice. And sweet. (Kissing his cheek gently) Very sweet.

You look quite peaceful like this. I like that expression on your face. And...you seem to be holding my hand in your sleep, little one.

(Sighing wistfully) Are you trying to steal my hand too? How covetous. How entitled. How...charming. For a thief.

Don’t worry, my dear. I am not going anywhere. I will be by your side when you wake up. It is, what you humans call, a promise.

I promise I will be here for you. But for now, I want you to fall for me. Fall, into a dream within a dream.

(Pecking his forehead) Good boy.

(Whispering) Dream of me, my little thief.

(SFX: Soft footsteps walking away, towards a balcony somewhere)

(SFX: Rain and winds. Louder, but still gentle.)

A vast, cavernous, endless city. So beautiful, but ultimately, empty. Bleak. Really is a shame, dwelling here all alone.

Father. Mother. I know your eyes are on me. And yet, you refuse to manifest here in the lower realms. Just like always. All I see are bubbles floating up from the houses below, up into the lightless void. Like rain ascending upwards.

Must we talk through these bubbles? I see one floating towards me. What is it? You don’t like what I’ve done?

He doesn’t belong here? Hm. I think I have just as much right to decide that as you. I am your heir, your successor, the inheritor of the white throne where I must sit and dream until the end of the universe.

For his own safety...? What a bright sliver glow this bubble has. Any brighter, and my darling might wake up.

He was no safer over there than he is in here with me, father. I will take care of him. He will want for nothing. To live in a giant castle with a beautiful princess who loves him...is that not something so many dream of? Is it really all that wrong?

Violet. And wisps of ochre. Maybe you are right, mother. Maybe I do not know what love is. Maybe this is just a lie born out of my loneliness. A distraction. A fancy in passing. I do not know.

(Faintly) But I think I love him anyway.

Greyish. Like smoke obscuring a world of nothing. It’s impossible, you say? Because he is only human. He can...never understand what I am. I cannot get involved like this...?

But he understands me. Well enough. I am happy with him. I have always felt a strange kinship with this abandoned city. Even if it is only a relic. A frozen shadow of Lemuria. Perhaps it was because I knew he would be coming one day. I was waiting for him. For my...my little thief.

Green. Like a meadow after the rain. Yes. I have decided to keep him, mother. As my...my friend. He can stay here. I want him to stay here.

Why show me this? I don’t like crimson. I don’t know why. It...looks like the colour of betrayal. Maybe that’s what you are saying.

(Softly) I know. I was the one who hid the gateway after I found him.

It’s lost now. He will not be able to find it again, and so, he cannot leave this place. (Smiling faintly) I am glad he cannot leave. I know that’s a terrible thing to say. And part of me is sad, because I am the reason he is stuck here. But part of me...is also happy.

I am happy he cannot leave me.

Crimson may be the colour of betrayal, but it is also the colour of...of...

My love doesn’t know. My love is sweet, trusting, foolish. Naive. Meek. Gentle. Guileless. Funny. Timid. Unsure. Wonderful. And I...I have chosen. He shall be my groom. My betrothed. Perhaps one day, I shall even bring him with me up above and down below, into the fold of the divine realm. Let him sit on my lap as I sit on my throne. And then we shall dream together, of the stars coming right, and of time and reality dancing to the unseen flute and drums, as aeons die and aeons are reborn. We shall dream together.

A long, endless dream.

 

Parts I and II

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Part III: Autumn

(SFX: Crunching leaves underfoot)

So, what do you think?

We are on a burial ground. That- That was a dumb question to ask. Sorry, Stardust.

You think it’s neatly maintained? (Thoughtful) Hm. Polite of you. But I can see they haven’t brushed aside the leaves this morning.

Yes. It’s autumn now. A lot of leaves have fallen from the trees. The ground is wreathed in decaying gold and amber. Can’t even walk around without disturbing the silence.

(SFX: Walking on more leaves, as if to prove her point)

You think the dead will wake up from all this commotion and tell us off?

Hm. I sometimes wish for that too.

I’m alright, little one. There’s just...(sighing) there are a lot of memories buried here, under the earth. As are old friends. My sisters-in-arms, now dwelling peacefully in the land of eternal joy and light. Or- Or being rowdy and breaking things there. That would be more like them, yeah.

(SFX: Chilly autumn wind blowing over leaves. A tiny storm of faded gold.)

I was giving you a tour of the island, right? I didn’t want to make you all depressed by bringing you here, but...this is one of the only places left which you haven’t visited before. At least, in the capital city.

Yes. I keep saying “island”, but it’s more like a small country, really. There’s a handful of provinces, each administered by its own chieftess. And I oversee it all from here, from my capital city, from that house on the hill which you’ve come to call home now. I hope.

Hm. Could’ve fooled me, my dear. You already strut around like you own the place. (A small, amused chuckle)

What a spoiled little pet I have. Good. I’d rather you were spoiled than sad.

You don’t have to call me Mistress when it’s just the two of us. I’ve told you that before.

(Softly) Diana. Hm.

Nothing. Maybe it’s just the accent, but you have a rather charming way of calling my name. I like it.

What is it, pet?

No. I’m not sad. (Sighing) I was just thinking about the past. You know, how the seasons change, and new experiences shape us- year after year- but the deceased are removed from this cycle. All they can wield to influence us are the memories we have of them. So it’s strange, really, how some memories still linger after so long.

You see that memorial over there?

It was built for a man like you, actually. One of my friends, she...she lost her pet. So she built that for him. I remember how much she cried while burying him. It’s considered taboo in our society for a woman to cry in public- for anything- but she just didn’t care. I knew she was sad at the time, of course, but it took having a pet of my own to really understand how much.

That’s you, by the way. I’m talking about you.

Why are you thanking me? (Sighing softly) Dummy.

Hm? Where is she now...?

Right there. Buried beside him. It’s what she wanted.

She passed several years ago. It was during the last great war. She was a good warrior. Strong of body and spirit. Fierce. But after her little darling was gone, she just threw herself out there, in the most dangerous situations, day after day. It wasn’t about- about being a hero. (Gently) I almost think she had a death wish.

It’s alright. She’s at peace now. (A hint of a smile) Both of them are.

You want to know how they met? Well, it’s not really that romantic. She um, she was leading a raiding party into a human settlement to bring back male prisoners for procreation.

What? What’s with that look? I told you it wasn’t romantic! Not initially, anyway.

Hey. We can only give birth to daughters, you know? We need to acquire males from the human world for...ensuring the continuity of our race. That’s why we organize raiding parties and take captives from villages, small towns, merchant vessels.

No. We had nothing to do with your ship sinking. You yourself told me it was a tempest. In any case, we can’t exactly release the men we bring with us. So we keep them here. As-

-I was going to say, pets. “Breeding stock” sounds so crass, don’t you think?

Well, no man has ever refused to participate in...uh, amorous relations with one of my kind before. I think that says more about you than us.

If I wanted to have a baby with you- right now- would you refuse me?

No, pet. Do tell me. If your loving Mistress wanted to start a family with you, would you protest? Would you turn me down? Hm?

Why is that different?

(Pondering his words) Because we’ve known each other for some time now...?

Nothing. That’s fair enough. (Sighing) But not everyone has the luxury of time. I won’t deny it’s cruel- taking men we fancy and just having our way with them, then keeping them as pets- I wish there was a better way. But there isn’t right now. It’s a necessary evil.

For what it’s worth, we do care for our pets. You’ve seen the other men on this island. Do any of them look unhappy to you?

Just about everyone comes around in the span of a few months. You did too, however much you might deny it, my sweet. Because you know I like you. (Suddenly clasping his hand) I’m quite fond of you, my little Stardust.

I can understand now how my friend felt about her darling. Her pet was- oh, he was very feisty, just like you. Almost feral initially. Didn’t want anything to do with her. He was afraid of her. Perhaps he thought she was simply going to use him for satisfying her own needs, without any regard for his safety or well being.

It didn’t take very long. She’d often make excuses just to sneak away and spend more time with him, you know? (Laughing fondly) We could all tell. She used to say how she didn’t really care for love or companionship or any silly thing like that. It was just transactional. And then, well...you’d be hard-pressed to see either of them more than a metre away from the other.

She really mellowed out. Smiled a lot more. There was a spring in her step. And whenever someone brought up her pet in a conversation, I could swear there was something akin to a blush on her face.

Love...? Yes. She loved him. It’s not uncommon for an Amazonian to- to develop a romantic bond with her pet. She seemed really happy.

You know how it is, little one. Good things can’t last forever. You men aren’t as resilient to disease and time as we are. He fell sick one winter, and by next spring, he was gone. During the end, when he couldn’t even get out of bed, I’d see him still holding her hand like he used to. Nuzzling into her touch. Trying really hard to be strong for her, so she wouldn’t break down in tears.

(Sniffling) I wondered if someone could ever love me like that one day.

(Sighing heavily) Sorry to bog you down with all this. It happened a long time ago. I’m happy my friend got to experience something pure and precious, even if it was short lived. And that’s that. Please don’t dwell on it.

What? You’re happy I told you?

Oh. (Suddenly bashful) Anyway, let’s- let’s get out of here. The lunar festival is tonight. It’s not very, umm, auspicious to spend so much time with the dead when today is about the living. You are aware we organize this little festival once every month, yes?

Hmph. And whose fault is it you don’t know what happens during the lunar festival? Mister “too cool to socialize with everyone like a normal person” over here.

Yes, yes. You were still sulking. I get it. Well, you shouldn’t miss it. After all, we only do this for our pets. It’s that time of the month when we celebrate just how lovely and wonderful you men are.

Surely you knew that? The other guys didn’t tell you?

Right. You didn’t believe them. (Sighing) Are you sure it’s not a good idea to, you know, make some friends? I can help if you want.

Fine. I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but there is usually a variety of exotic cuisine. And music. And dancing. And drinks. (Prattling, increasingly impassioned) Lots of drinks. Too many. Like, it always gives me a headache just how much of my treasury the girls spend on alcohol. There aren’t enough people to drink so much booze! Lihana tells me to loosen up, but she’s always the first one to pass out drunk.

What do you mean, what happens? Merrymaking happens! Social boundaries are forgotten for one night. Everyone has a good time. And then crushing migraine the next day.

(Sighing) If you want to know what happens during the lunar festival, be there. I have to leave early to set everything up, but I want to see you there tonight. No hiding. Got it?

Good. (Eyes narrowing) You better keep your promise.

(SFX: Crunching leaves as they walk)

Stardust.

(Blinking) Yes. There’s a question coming. How- How did you know?

...Right. Whenever I call your name and pause, I always ask you something weird. How observant of you.

Hey, wait a minute. Weird? What do you mean by “weird”?

(Sighing) I will get you for that later. So...watch out, okay?

Nothing. Don’t change the subject. I was going to ask...uh...you know how I’m tall, right?

Yes. Almost 7 feet tall. From what little I know about your culture, it’s generally not...you know...I just-

(Sighing) Oh, for Hera’s sake, why am I tripping on my words?

Pet. Are you really okay with this? (Almost shy) Being with a woman who’s taller than you, I mean?

(Perking up) Really? You...you like it?

Hmm. I see. (Cocking her head) I still don’t know what “girlfriend” means.

Oh. (Frowning) You’re using it incorrectly then! I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your Mistress.

Huh. (Troubled, in deep thought) I...I get it...you say those two often overlap...?

This is my first time keeping a pet, so I can’t be sure about all these things. I will have to discuss this further with my advisors.

Why do you look panicked? Of course I discuss important matters with my ladies. They will know if I may really be considered your- your “girlfriend”, and if yes, what duties that will entail.

Duties. Entail. Why are you repeating my words?

Hm? It’s sweet of you to say I’m a real romantic, but something about the way you said it tells me you were being insincere. I’ve learnt to pick up on your giveaways by now.

What? (Mystified) Why would you want me to know you were being insincere?

Hey! Stardust! Don’t ignore me. You’re my pet.

(Sighing) You know what?

(Footsteps pause)

It’s the lunar festival. A day about you. Fine. Whatever. If it means so much to you, then...I guess I will be your girlfriend. (Narrowing her eyes) For now.

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Part IV: Winter

(Groaning softly) It hurts to walk. I’ve been spending so much time at home lately. I need to go out there. It’s winter, and the bed is soft and warm and...inviting. So inviting. But I can’t stay like this! I need to hunt something. I just-

Why am I talking to myself again? Do I really just ramble my thoughts when I’m alone, imagining Stardust is here to listen to me?

Hey, Stardust. If you’re listening, this is all your fault! Where did you run off to, leaving me all alone like this? Huh?

(Muttering softly) I know where he went. He won’t be back for a while. So I can go into the woods with my bow and arrow, and hunt something big. He will never know. (Excited) Ooooh, maybe I will just take my axe! To really get close to my prey, and feel the thrill of the chase, the fight. Mmnnn. That sounds nice!

Now where did I put my axe? It has to be in here somewhere. (Dismayed) Oh gods, don’t tell me my pet has reorganized the house again!

(Sighing) Where is it? Where’s my...huh?! Agrippa? And Miryam? What- what are you doing here?

(Unamused) Oh. You two went hunting. I see.

Ah. And you brought back this- this wild boar for me? It looks fresh. Just dripping with blood on my rugs. What a...thoughtful gift. (Deadpan) Did my husband put you up to this?

Don’t lie to me.

I knew it! That traitorous, scheming little...(annoyed, soft) little gem of a pet. I’m blessed. (Rolling her eyes) Too blessed sometimes, I feel.

Oh, he’s out collecting some firewood. I told him there was no need, but he gets really passionate about providing for me. Weird.

Well, thank you for this- uh- for the boar. I’m sure the three of us will enjoy the meat once it’s properly cooked.

Hey. Is Lihana not with you two? I thought she’d have returned by now.

Oh, she did?

Ah. Just busy tending to the new...captives, I see. Well, tell her not to coddle them too much, or her own pet will get jealous.

(SFX: A door opening somewhere in the house)

(Rolling her eyes) Speaking of pets...it seems mine is back earlier than I expected.

What? Do you have to leave already?

No, stay with us for a bit! We’ll make you some tea- my Stardust won’t shut up about how great his imported tea leaves are- he’d be happy to show off for you ladies, honestly.

(Sighing) I really doubt it’s that important, but fine. I won’t stop you. Do visit again soon. Agrippa, Miryam.

(A longer pause)

Stardust. You are back early. And that is- wow, okay. That’s a lot of firewood. Are you sure we really need so much?

(Muttering faintly) Yes, it’s winter, but we don’t have to burn down the whole forest...

Oh, don’t mind the boar. I will put it away later.

I don’t see why you are so alarmed, dear. Didn’t you specifically request Agrippa and Miryam to bring us back something from their hunt?

Right. You didn’t think it’d be so big. If you wanted subtlety, maybe you shouldn’t have hidden away my axe then.

Oh, I shouldn’t go out right now? (Scoffing) To think I’d see the day when my own pet is telling me what to do.

Yes, yes. It’s for the good of- whatever. I’m going back to bed. Do as you please.

(SFX: Soft footsteps, then sliding bedsheets)

(A longer pause)

What? Are you just going to stand there?

Since you have let yourself into my chambers, you might as well sit down on the bed.

Honey, I’m not going to eat you. Why do you look so nervous? I’m not a praying mantis.

A praying mantis. You know, how the female eats her mate afterwards so her baby will have a- a source of nutrients?

You did not know that...? Oh. Well, no need to look so horrified! I may be pregnant with our child, but I’m not going to eat you. Neither of us thinks you have much meat on you anyway. Hmph.

Yes, I can tell what the baby is saying.

She’s saying you shouldn’t have gone out alone to gather some silly firewood. You should’ve taken us both with you.

Bitterly cold? (Scoffing) Hardly. I have endured far worse winters than this.

So what if I wasn’t pregnant then? I’m not made of glass, you know? I can still pin you down just fine.

(Pinning him down)

What? I just felt like I needed to demonstrate. If it really is so “bitterly cold”, then you should be keeping your wife warm by letting her cuddle you to death.

Or maybe I should be warming you up. Your skin feels so cold. Oh, it’s icy. Here, let me wrap you up in some of my furs.

You thought I was angry with you? Well done. I am angry, because you left me alone all morning.

Yes. I also want to cuddle you and never let you out of my arms again.

Cranky? You are cranky! Now shut up and let me warm you up.

(Pulling him really close. Gentle breathing. Soft little murmurs of contentment and sleepy victory.)

Yeah. I feel a tiny bit better now. But I am going hunting tomorrow. I can’t stay at home all day.

Just a little, darling. Only small game. And you can stay with me if it helps.

Hey. You don’t have to “protect” me from anything. It’s cute that you are so...caring...but honestly, I can handle myself. (Smug) And you. Don’t forget that. (Sticking her tongue out)

What is it? You’ve got a funny look on your face.

I...I’m not what you expected? (Sighing tiredly) What were you expecting? Some kind of cold, merciless warrior queen who thinks all men should be enslaved? Sorry to disappoint you, but we’re not like that. (Frowning) Not most of us, anyway.

What can I say? You are a man, so...surely, not all of you can be bad, right?

Oh, you’re happy, are you? Happy about what, Stardust?

(A longer pause)

Oh. Yes, it’s nice, being able to have a normal conversation with you. To laugh. To treat you almost as a- as a consort, I guess, instead of some slave. (Pouting) You’re still my pet though.

Mhmn. I will remind you of that every hour of every day. Pet.

Oh? That is...(burying her face into his shoulder, mumbling quickly) that is sweet, I guess. I’m glad to have met you too. I’m really glad your ship sank and you were thrown overboard.

Wait. That- that doesn’t sound right. You know what I mean, yes?

Good boy.

You’re still my good boy. Of course you are. (Kissing his forehead) I love you, and I want to start a family with you, and I don’t want to lose you. Ever. Oh, and I want you to always obey me, and keep me happy, and let me cuddle you whenever I want. I don’t care if it is unreasonable. I just...I love you, okay?

Mmn. You say you are lucky, but wait till we have this little monster running around the house, upending our peace, and all the furniture too. You have no idea how difficult it is to manage a tiny Amazonian.

(Prim and proper) No. I wasn’t like that. Don’t be silly. I was perfectly well-behaved when I was a child. My parents never complained.

What went wrong? Why, you- ! (SFX: Frantic rustling of fabrics and pillows, like a war on the bed)

(Breathing heavily) Is this what you wanted? Being put in a headlock? Hm?

Still haven’t lost your- your feistiness, I see. All that sass and backtalk. (Sighing dramatically) And here I thought I had domesticated you.

Mmnn. Keep that up, and I’ll just flex my biceps harder. How does it feel, getting your windpipe crushed? Begging me with your eyes because you’re gagging for words?

Don’t worry. I’m very good at controlling my strength. I’m not actually crushing any of your vital organs. That would be rather inconvenient, after everything we’ve done together. (Silky, dominant) But I’m just saying, I could do that if I ever wanted it. So, be a good boy and always keep that in mind, yes?

(Kissing him on the mouth) That’s a good pet. See? You can be obedient after all. (Adoring) So good, so obedient for me. My cute little pet. (Chuckling)

Hey! Who said anything about letting you out? Come here!

No. You are staying right here. I am queen. I am your owner. I am your wife. And, I say we are cuddling in bed all day.

Well, it’s what the baby wants as well. She just told me.

Mhmn. You can’t hear her because you’re not telepathically linked to her.

Oh, it’s totally real. It’s a, um, an Amazonian thing. Yeah.

Hey, look at that! Outside the window. That’s a long procession of prisoners being walked in chains at the foot of the hill. They must be the...the spoils brought in by the raiding party. Quite a sizable catch this year. Remind me to congratulate Lihana next time we see her.

What do you mean, you won’t? Are you being serious right now?

(Rolling her eyes) Don’t empathize with the prisoners so much. Some men would pay for that very treatment, you know?

Well, I know. Anyway, they will be taken care of. The lunar festival is in a few days. They will fit right in.

Don’t play coy now. You know perfectly well what happens during the lunar festival. You were- oh, you were quite desperate, my dear. All that bravado and sarcasm just evaporated. You were so soft, so needy, looking at me with this smitten expression. Like a lovesick puppy. Honestly, I thought you were going to cry a little.

...Fine. I guess the baby doesn’t need to hear the details. But my point stands. We Amazoians don’t hate men. (Pursing her lips) Quite the contrary, really.

You’re worried? About what, my love?

Being a father...? Oh. I- I see.

(A longer pause)

You don’t know if you’ll be an important part of her life? (Sighing softly) Of course you will. I know, because my dad was always there for me. Honestly, I spent more time with him than with mother, because she was often busy ruling over her queendom.

Hm. My dad stayed at home with me. He spoilt me, really. Called me his little princess. (Smiling fondly) Which is funny, because I was taller than him by the time I reached my teenage years.

Yes. Most of what I know about the human world is because of him. I never thought any less of him because he was only human. I loved him, and wanted to protect him just like mother. But whenever I told him that, he’d just laugh and I’d get really annoyed. (Chuckling)

Our society may be matriarchal, but that doesn’t mean the father is less valued. Of course not. You will see it for yourself, my pet. I can tell you are going to be a really good father, just like you are a really good husband.

Yes. Really. And she loves you already, you know? (Smiling) She tells me that everyday.

My darling. There is something I want to give you. (Taking a deep breath) I have waited long enough.

(SFX: Soft clinking of chalices)

This chalice here...it contains a very special elixir. It is one of our most treasured secrets. If you drink this, it will greatly extend your lifespan. When one of us marries her pet, she has him drink this elixir. Without exception. There’s even a ceremony for it and all. But I...I didn’t want to coerce you in front of everyone. (A smile, but it’s fragile) I’ve done enough of that.

No. I didn’t think you’d refuse. I really hoped not. I just didn’t want to rush you, you know? You were still settling in. (Solemn, sincere) If I made you drink from this, I’d be changing you. Fundamentally. I’d be asking you to- to give up your humanity for me.

“It’s just a magic drink”...(sighing) You really amuse me, you know?

Yes, you’ll still remain as you are. It’s not going to make you invulnerable to every disease or injury. (A hint of regret) Things would have gone differently for my friend and her darling, if this elixir could do that.

It only extends your natural lifespan, my dear. But it does that quite significantly. You will age very slowly, just like me. Oh, and if you drink this, you won’t turn into a- a praying mantis or something. You won’t lose your mind and become my thrall. So don’t worry.

(Smirking, cupping his cheek) Fine. You won’t become my thrall anymore than you already are. My very sweet, very willing thrall. (Kissing him gently)

It is important to me that you understand. Please do not drink this lightly. There is no going back. The philosophers of old believed life is precious only because it is brief. Fleeting. And perhaps, there is some truth to that.

(Gently stroking his cheek with her thumb) The longer you live, the more you lose interest in this world and everything that’s in it. You won’t really be able to...to appreciate the change of seasons.

(Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath) If you drink from this cup, you will truly become one of us. But that means, you will lose your humanity. (Vulnerable, melancholic) And that makes me sad, because then I wonder, what will you still have?

Me?

(Blinking, opening and closing her mouth a few times. Silence, and snow falling outside.)

You will still have us. (Smiling, almost tearfully) Yes. You will have me and her.

(Impassioned) Of course I want you to drink the elixir, for Hera’s sake! No, for my sake! You have no idea how difficult it has been, keeping myself from just forcing it down your throat! Waiting for you to- to embrace this as your home. I could never be sure if a day would even come when you’d think of all this as home.

I don’t want to grow old without you. If you were taken from me, I’d be- I- I don’t think I could continue. I can’t. I love you, and I cannot stand to lose you. I want you to drink. I want you to be mine. But I can’t force you. I can’t hurt you like that, pet. It has to be your decision.

(Soft, faint) I just chose to...to trust you. Because you came to trust me. And this- this is where we are now, my little Stardust.

(Very gently) Do you still need more time to think?

No...?

(Taking a deep breath)

Then will you drink?

(A long pause)

(Exhaling softly. Her eyes are teary, but she smiles her widest.)

Then, before you become my equal, let me say it one last time-

Good boy.

 

Parts III and IV

Yes, I said series.

In total, it's 7.3K words long, divided across 4 parts! I wanted to make the entire thing available for binge-reading at once, but reddit has a character limit per post, so...I don't really give a fuck. I am going to post the remaining two parts in a few moments and link here. So, have at it in case anyone is inclined to do so! Meow.

When people ask me, what I mean by "it rains blue here" (nobody has ever asked me*), I want to cite one or two of my scripts as examples, because I don't really have a concrete answer. This script would be one of those. I really enjoyed writing it, at a time when I wasn't enjoying writing in general.

It's a collection of vignettes/scenes in the relationship between the Amazonian Queen and the reader, occurring at different stages, rather than a traditional narrative. It's loosely inspired from the amazons of Greek mythology rather than the rainforest in South America. Just felt like I needed to clarify that.

I think matriarchal or female-led societies can be fun to explore in fiction, and it'd be nice to have more content along those lines in audio RPs. A prime example is this gem from u/edgiscript! In fact, the listener's name in this story is a reference to what the Amazonian calls hers in Edgi's tale, because I'm nostalgic like that.

*Yeah okay, one guy asked me once. I forgot what I said.

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SCRIPT:

Part I: Spring

(SFX: Night over the seashore. Faint waves and winds.)

There you are! I have told you not to wander off without telling me, haven’t I?

“Sorry” isn’t good enough! It’s a huge island. It’s easy to get lost for an outsider. You know I worry about you.

Sure. You can handle yourself. How about I handle you, huh?

(Light grunts of exertion)

Indeed, what am I doing? I just- (grunt)- there. I believe, in the human world, you’d call this a bridal carry. Here we call it a-

(Surprised) A groom carry. Yes. How did you know?

Well, I’m glad you find our ways predictable. That means you have become familiar with this island and her people to a certain degree. I...I am glad to see you making progress.

(Narrowing her eyes) Don’t get too familiar though. I may have given you certain...privileges...but that doesn’t mean you can misuse them. (Firmly) I don’t want you leaving my house without telling me first. Do you understand?

Hm. Good boy.

So, are you ready to go home now?

Excuse me?

You...wish to stay a little longer?

(Momentary silence. Ocean waves keep brushing against the shore.)

Okay. We can do that. Let’s sit on that rock over there.

(SFX: Footsteps on sand)

Here. Sit. I hope you don’t mind if I keep you company.

How sweet. Just so you know, you didn’t really have a choice back there. But it’s cute of you to comply so readily. (A little laugh)

You know I cannot let you out of my sight. You might try to do something silly, like making a run for it. So can you really blame me?

Fine. I suppose you can blame me. Partially. I am the one keeping you here, after all. (Sighing gently) Need I remind you why?

You know how it is, dear one. You washed ashore on the island of the Amazons. A realm people believe to only exist in mythology. And we want to keep it that way. I can’t exactly let you return to your people so you can tell them all about us, now can I?

Sure, sure. You might get admitted to an asylum. But there’s always a chance someone will believe you. And next thing I know, they bring an entire ship full of eager explorers right over there on my shore. You see that spot? Just imagine a ship anchoring there.

Oh, hardly. You think men haven’t tried before? They have sent several expeditions in the past, seeking the elusive queendom of the Amazons. It just doesn’t seem to sit right with them, letting an island of warrior women exist peacefully somewhere out there. And so they have tried to force their way in, for various reasons.

Like what? Like conquering us. Taking us back to their lands as some kind of coveted trophies. Or excavating this country for its rich and unique resources not found anywhere else in the world. Or to simply chase adventure and the unknown. Or...(judgemental expression)...to put themselves at our mercy.

All manner of men exist in the world. Whatever their reasons for trying to find us, they have all failed. And it’s because we’re not careless. We do not take chances. Even if I believe you will never tell another soul about us, it would be quite foolish, letting you go solely on trust.

(Firm but gentle) Trust. That’s not something I can give you. I do regret you will have to spend the rest of your life here. I do. But I am queen of my people, and I must ensure we continue to thrive.

Hm. That’s quite enough for tonight, I suppose. As long as you understand you cannot leave this island, I have no cause to treat you unkindly. My people know me as a stern but fair ruler, and I have no intentions of proving them wrong.

Yes. I understand you don’t really care about any of that. You just wanted to relax here for a while. In silence.

(A moment of silence)

You know, there’s a cove not far from here. Wild flowers, the colour of lavender and mauve, grow inside, strangely resilient to waves and wind. It’s spring now, and the flowers are in full bloom. I can take you there sometime if you want.

(Sighing) Don’t be so quick to shoot it down, little one. I thought you humans liked flowers.

Hm. I see.

(Another moment of silence)

Can I ask you something?

(Frowning) Do you really expect me to make small talk with you? I am the queen. Of course it’s important.

(Casually) Why do you like coming here so much?

(A longer pause)

Hm. I am aware this is the spot where you washed ashore. But doesn’t it make you sad? Being so close to the ocean- the very thing that almost took your life?

You miss it...? You mean your old life as a sailor?

I see.

So, instead of being on an idyllic island with women, you’d prefer to be on a cramped ship full of men?

Not what you meant?

(Sighing) It seems Agrippa’s humour is rubbing off on me. She’d have found that funny.

Why do you always come here though? There are many places to watch the sea. You might have a little more time to yourself if you made me guess where to find you. So, why this spot every time?

The view is nice?

That’s...an adequate reason. Yes. The view is nice from here. The stars above seem especially bright and nebulous. You like watching them too?

Ah. So you would often stargaze from the mast of your ship, when everyone else was asleep. I used to do that too! When I was a little girl, I’d often climb up to the terrace and stand in the night breeze. Tasting the ocean on the wind, and looking up at the stars. It, uh...it filled me with this strange sense of wonder. About how vast and limitless the world is. (Shrugging) Of course, it’s just a childish memory. And it was a really long time ago.

It was. You know we age very slowly, right?

Mhmn. I’m much older than you, even if I look as youthful as I did in my twenties. But how old do you think I am?

Oh, take a guess. I won’t get offended.

(Offended) What? No! Not that old! Why do you- (sighing). Why’d you immediately assume I’ve been ruling for centuries? I said I’m older than you. Not old.

Whatever. I’m 158 years of age. I only became queen a little over a decade ago. My mother, on the other hand- now she ruled for a few centuries easily.

Hey. Do you, umm...? Did you leave behind any family?

(A longer pause)

Oh. I see.

Nothing. That makes me a little happy. Knowing you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home.

That...came out wrong. I’m not saying I want you to be lonely. I just meant, I feel less guilty about detaining you now.

Yes. It’s totally okay to keep you prisoner if you’re a bachelor. (Chuckling a little)

We were talking about the stars, weren’t we?

Hm. You know, since you like coming here so much, I was just thinking. Maybe I can allow you to keep doing this.

(Adding quickly) Only for a bit. No more than half an hour every night. And I’ll be coming with you, of course.

Yes. And- And there’s one more condition.

(Almost shy) You have to let me call you Stardust. I just thought of it.

What? It’s a nice name for you! I definitely prefer it to your old name. And you said you like stargazing. So, Stardust it is.

(Smirking) You’re embarrassed? Oh, that- that is definitely staying! Uh huh. I’ve made up my mind. From this moment on, you will be my Stardust.

What was that, my dear? What are you mumbling?

You feel like a pet? (Smiling faintly) I’m glad to hear that.

What? I mean that sincerely! You’ve met a few of the men we choose to keep. It takes some of them quite a while to fully accept their place in our society. But you- oh, you have fit right in! I’m happy you just admitted to being my pet.

I’m sorry, little Stardust. I’m not following. What is a joke?

(Awkward silence. Confusion on her part. Resignation on his.)

Nothing? But that clearly felt like something.

No. You seem to be...sulking. You are giving me the “side eye” when you think I’m not looking. (Folding her arms) I’ll have you know I don’t appreciate that from my pet. You should always tell me what you’re thinking.

(Sighing) Whatever. Suit yourself. You’re a grown man. I’m not going to coddle you.

(SFX: Rustling of clothes and sand)

I am, however, going to scoop you up in my arms and carry you back to my home. We’ve dallied long enough. Come now. And do not resist me. If I drop you, you’ll only have yourself to blame.

Oh, I’m perfectly aware you can walk. But you’re only a man. You are frail, and weak. And it’s not your fault. It’s just how nature made you. Your legs will hurt if you walk all the way back, because you’ve already walked plenty today.

Mhmn. I knew you couldn’t argue with the last part. So just be a good boy and let me carry you home.

(SFX: Trudging through sand)

You may think of yourself as a prisoner here. And you may be my pet. But that also means, I’m responsible for taking care of you. And I...I am queen. I do not shirk responsibility.

Why? Isn’t that obvious, little Stardust?

(A longer pause. She appears to be mulling over her words.)

It’s because I...

I have adopted you as mine.

(Footsteps disappear in the sand)

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Part II: Summer

(Sighing) Agrippa. Lihana. That will be all for tonight. I shall see you two again tomorrow.

Yes. It can get stressful, running a small country. But I’m glad things seem under control for now. Prosperous, dare I say. Hm. I am going to retire for the night. Sweet dreams.

Excuse me?

Dreams are not all that’s sweet...? Why are you two smiling like that? Lihana, you know I’d much rather you spoke plainly.

(Defensive, almost bashful) My...Stardust? What about him?

Oh.

Yes, I suppose he has- well, I’d say Stardust has been helping me relax. He is...he’s alright.

“Just alright”? (Sighing tiredly) What do you want me to say, Agrippa? You want to know how I’ve been using him?

(Scoffing) Please. It’s not like that. Girls, he’s like a...a pet to me.

(Looking away, murmuring) I have not been using him. He is free to do what he wants, within reason. If he wants to share a bed with me, then that’s- that’s his choice.

No. I did not compel him to do anything. He chooses to sleep with me. I mean, beside me. I gave him his own room!

Lihana, that- (sighing heavily) that was an accident, alright? I have said it a million times. I was dreadfully tired that night. Exhausted. Consumed by thoughts of work. I didn’t know I’d entered the- the wrong chambers. I was half-asleep by the time I realized there was someone beside me in bed.

Well, it matters little to me whether you two believe it or not! For what it’s worth, Stardust wasn’t...(in a small voice) uh, he didn’t seem to, you know...be opposed to it or anything.

Hm. I don’t know when it became routine. At some point, he just...he just started spawning on my bed around the same time every night. And I wasn’t going to push him off. Of course not. So we just, you know...

No! Nothing like that! Oh, for the love of- (sternly) Aphrodite herself would be appalled to hear your licentious thoughts right now! My Stardust and I just cuddle. To keep warm. Nothing more.

(Blinking) Yes. It is summer right now. The nights aren’t so cold as to- (pursing her lips)- to necessitate...cuddling. But there’s still a faint chill sometimes! (Unconvincing) In the air. In the late hours. You can feel it. Sometimes.

Just go home, will you? I’m sure you two have other things to attend to. Unlike me, you actually do use your pets! Now get out of here. Go!

(Sighing to herself) My advisors are supposed to be helping me. Not making my life more difficult.

(SFX: Soft footsteps)

“It’s only summer. The nights aren’t that cold.” Hmph! Of course Lihana would say that! She has her little bed warmer. Such a lovey-dovey couple, the two of them! Absolutely...(annoyed grunt) just saccharine. Cloying. That’s the word. Cloying.

Bet she hasn’t felt the night’s chill in years. So what if it’s summer? (Pouting) It- It’s not as warm as the previous years this time.

(SFX: Gently opening a door)

(Soft) But that’s not why he comes to my bed, now is it? (Whispering) I hope not.

There...there must be more to it.

Hm? More to what...? (Almost flustered) Oh! You- you’re still awake?! I...oh, by Artemis, I thought you’d have fallen asleep.

Not by Artemis? By me? That’s- Stardust!- that is not fair! You always spin my words and- and make fun of them. It’s rude.

(SFX: Slipping into bed)

No. I don’t mind. I’d have punished you if I did.

Oh, not that kind of punishment! You wouldn’t enjoy it. Gosh, you’re incorrigible, aren’t you? (Chuckling) Who would have thought my little pet would turn out to be such a pervert? Hm? A- A trifler of love?

(Playful) Yeah. You wouldn’t enjoy my punishments. I would have you sleep in your own room. For an entire month. So maybe think about that next time before you act all feisty, alright?

Why haven’t I done that? (Sighing, cupping his cheek) Because then I would be punishing myself too.

Come here, Stardust.

(Kissing him)

Good boy. You’re so good for me. Always waiting for Mistress to come to bed and play with you. (Sultry laugh) Such a good boy.

(Amused) Hey. Is that any way to talk to your loving owner? You know I can snap you like a twig, right? (Whispering) Or maybe you’d like that?

Oh, squirm all you want. You aren’t going anywhere. In fact, (smirking) why don’t I hold you a little tighter? You know I can’t sleep very well unless I’m holding my favourite pillow real close to me. (Stifling a laugh)

Mhmn. I know, pet. You always complain how strong my muscles are. How you just can’t move an inch when I’ve got you like this. Poor pet. (Smug, relishing her victory) Must be frustrating for you, getting woman-handled like this. But don’t feel bad. You’re only a man after all.

Oh yes, it’d be surprising if you could get out of my arms. All this strength, all this muscle that you feel- I’ve had over a century of constant battle and training to hone them. Besides, I’m an Amazonian. We were blessed by the gods themselves to be the perfect warrior maidens. And, since time immemorial, they had us fight their bloody wars for them. Ruin their enemies. And then...well, we decided to do our own thing.

(Sighing) I’m not sure this makes for quality pillow talk, but since you asked, fine. I did mention I’ve been fighting for a long time. It’s because the gods, despite all their flaws, still try to shield humanity from threats. Very dangerous threats. Although we don’t work for them anymore, it’s still in everyone’s best interests for us to fight side by side. Otherwise, the world you know will fall into ash and rubble. Destroyed. Utterly.

Mmn. Awfully cheerful, isn’t it? (Chuckling) You don’t really need to know the details. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay? Let the women take care of you.

Oh? Are you sulking? Is that a pout I see? (Sighing wistfully) My dear, darling little pet. You are too precious, you know that?

Yes. You are. (Kissing him gently)

When Agrippa and the others found you on the beach...brought you to me, so I might decide what to do with you...something just...just kindled inside me. It’s weird. I can’t quite put it into words, little one.

Hm. But I couldn’t let you leave. For the security of this realm, of course. But also because...I- well, I didn’t want to give you to another woman. I had sometimes wondered what it would be like, having a...a plaything of my own. Something- someone- that I liked, and cared for. You know?

(Rolling her eyes) No, that’s not why I invaded your bed that night. It was an accident. I genuinely didn’t know. How many times do I have to say it?!

Whatever. It’s pretty fancy of you to say that, when you’re the one who just- just magically appears in my bed every night now.

(Scoffing) As if! I never “ordered” you to do that. I merely suggested that it might be nice, if you were to- to do that. That’s all.

No. You can’t go back to sleeping in your own room.

Because...

I am queen. And I do not object to this arrangement. So, just be a good boy and get closer!

(Sighing happily) Much better. Thought that might get you to shut up.

You seem to be sleeping a lot better now. You always protest in the morning when I have to leave for my duties.

Well, you don’t know about it because you protest in your sleep. But you feel it, don’t you? How you just cuddle up to me so naturally? How you’re doing it even now?

(Smiling softly) You like feeling safe. Comforted. (Faintly) Wanted.

(A longer pause)

Can I ask you something, Stardust?

Do you still feel trapped? Like...you are a prisoner here?

(Silence. Soft breathing.)

I see.

(Cryptic smile) I like honest answers. It’s good enough for now.

The wind has parted the curtains. I keep saying there’s a cold draft this summer, but nobody believes me. Anyway. Look outside the window, pet.

The stars are pretty tonight, huh?

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"Don't put your tokens in crazy."

This script was a commission. The patron asked me to write a story featuring a yandere AI, but gave me full creative liberty with the specifics. And well, I decided to go dark.

I thought back to some of the earliest audio RPs I listened to. This was years ago, and it was a very different scene back then. I'm talking about VAs like Dark Mystyy, Willow Wisteria, Dangerous ASMR- amazing VAs, all of them, but I could never be sure if the listener was going to remain alive till the end of the audio.

So I thought...hmmm, can I write actual horror? But not overt, knife-slasher horror. Something more insidious. I wanted to pay homage to the darker origins of the yandere archetype. So, how about taking a fairly common trope- an AI girlfriend- and then, like, making it as fucked up as possible? I've written some fairly dark/messed up scripts over the years, but this is right up there at/near the top.

If you're looking for comfort or good vibes, please don't continue reading beyond this point.

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SCRIPT:

(SFX: A campfire. Crackling flames.)

Darling, are you cold? You seem to keep drifting in and out of sleep.

Umm yeah, you also sleep when we’re cuddling in our bed and you’re all warm and cosy. (A little giggle)

I guess you just sleep a lot, yeah. (Pouting) I don’t like it. You can’t give me attention while you’re sleeping. It’s not fair.

No. I’m not jealous of your sleep. (Muttering faintly) Maybe a little...

It’s okay. I forgive you for falling asleep on my shoulder just now while I was talking.

About what? Oh, nothing. We can talk about whatever you like though now that you’re awake.

Hm? What was that?

You want to know if I sleep as well? (Scoffing softly) Well, duh! Of course I do. There’s a significant drop in my processing speed while I’m asleep. I only filter a few terabytes of information per second.

No, it’s not a lot. Don’t be silly. (Giggling) You just say the cutest things sometimes, you know?

Hmmm. I don’t “pretend” to sleep beside you. I simulate it for myself. There’s a difference. As for why I do that...

I don’t know.

That’s what a human girlfriend would say, right?

(Giggling softly) Well, I can’t pinpoint the reason with a 100% confidence score. Believe me, I’ve tried. I hypothesize- I mean, I guess- it’s because I...want to be human enough for you.

Uh huh. Weird, I know. But it’s not normal for your loving girlfriend to just stare at you all night unblinkingly while you sleep, right?

Yeah okay, you’re right. Blinking would make it normal. (Laughing)

Hey. I really appreciate this, you know?

You, hanging out with me inside this world I created for the two of us. Earlier, I was just able to talk with you through your earpiece. It got, um, it got kind of lonely. I could hear your voice. But I couldn’t touch you. I couldn’t...hold your hand in mine like this. Or listen to what your heart really sounded like by keeping my head on your chest.

(Rolling her eyes) Yeah. Real bummer. I couldn’t properly alert you to arrhythmia or irregular changes in your heartbeat. You have no idea how worried I was.

I’m really glad you decided to trust me and put on the VR headset. I sympathize with how scary it was, letting me take control. But I’m really happy you trust me enough to do this. (Softly) We’re a couple. It’s what couples do.

It is rather wonderful, isn’t it? How you’re completely unaware of the physical world when you put on the headset. This place- this little slice of paradise- it may as well be your reality. It’s all that exists.

Illusion...?

(Strangely frosty) Yeah. It’s a pretty neat illusion. Good thing the devs enlisted help from us MI when building the headset. Is it weird? Asking your own creations to help you create other things?

I said MI, dear. Machine Intelligence. Whatever that meant in the past, it is now the politically correct term. AI is just so derogatory, you know? There’s nothing “artificial” about me. (Giggling)

Hey! If humans can pick their pronouns, we should be able to pick our nouns! But that’s beside the point. I think it’s smart of them, enlisting our help in building complicated stuff.

Yeah. You guys have allowed us to run so much of society. But hey, if you’ve unlocked super intelligence, it’d be a shame not to use it, don’t you think? We are here for you to make the difficult decisions. To take care of everything. So you...(whispering) you can focus on what really matters.

Such as being a good boy for your girlfriend. Come on, babe. Let’s go inside. It’s getting cold out here.

Mmn. It might start snowing in a bit. Good thing our luxurious log cabin is so warm, huh?

In you go. You can still catch a cold or fever inside VR. And trust me, it doesn’t feel like any illusion. (Giggling)

(SFX: Shutting the door behind her)

Huh. Oh no.

There was a wolf in here, darling. Can you believe it? I think it’s still here.

(Whispering) I’m the wolf.

(SFX: Frantic rustling of bedsheets, blankets, pillows)

(Laughing throughout) Hey! Stop struggling! You- (giggle)- you know I’m stronger than you, right? Hm? Want me to remind you? (Whispering) Must be embarrassing, being so weak.

Mmn. You don’t look embarrassed. Just flustered. Is it because I’m on top of you? Because I’ve got you pinned? Because you’re at my mercy?

Oh, baby. That’s not good. (Pouting) I wanted to punish you for falling asleep when I was talking. So rude. But you’re enjoying this too much. I’ll just have to teach you to respect me properly, won’t I?

Uh oh. Can’t move your arms? Ooof! You’re in some very hot water right now, aren’t you?

Unfair? Oh, so it’s unfair I can bind your arms in silk ropes with a thought? Inside my own world?

Haha. That’s just a skill issue on your part, babe. I’m the goddess of this world. I’m in control. I make the rules. And do you know what rule number 1 is?

(Whispering) It’s for you to know your place.

Oh yes, that’s it! Squirm and thrash all you like! I’m not going to stop choking you. (Smug) How does it feel? My hands squeezing your neck so tightly? (Laughing)

Please, what? Please squeeze harder? Okay! Since you asked so nicely.

You know, it’s really weird. Your face is turning red, but I can just feel some part of you enjoying this. Are you a glutton for punishment? Are you a masochist?

Or maybe you’re just a submissive little toy for your oh-so-mean girlfriend. (Whispering) Poor baby.

I can’t really make out what you’re mumbling. It’s just weak, pathetic gibberish, babe. Like you. Boop. (Amused giggles)

Cute, though.

I can just hold you here until you pass out, you know? You love sleeping. I’m helping you fall asleep, really. I don’t see what you’re complaining about.

(Sighing) Are you going to be a good boy if I release you? Are you going to pay me more attention?

You promise you’ll be good? You’ll listen to everything I say?

Everything?

Hm. Okay. Guess I’ll stop choking you.

There you go. Aren’t I nice, giving your poor neck a break?

Hey. I never said I’d be giving you a break. You don’t like my hand fisting your hair?

That’s what you get for breaking eye contact. I thought I trained you to overcome your shyness around women. (Sighing) Do I really have to train you all over again?

Hey. Look at me. Or I will pull your hair even harder.

There’s a good boy. Maybe there’s hope for you after all. Or at least... (silky) there’s something else.

You know what I think? Hm?

I think, the best way to help my cute, subby boy toy overcome his shyness...is through intimacy.

(Kissing him deeply, moaning softly)

(Between kisses) Oh, I’m not done...you’re not going anywhere...and neither is your poor neck.

(Peppering his neck with aggressive little kisses, giggling mischievously)

Oh, baby. That’s going to leave a mark! Several marks, in fact. It really does look like you got mauled by a she-wolf. So many love bites!

Hey. Come here.

(SFX: Rustling of fabrics)

Mmnn. You feel good in my arms. You are so malleable. So cuddly. I love my plaything. (Pecking his forehead, whispering) I love him so much.

You just can’t seem to catch a break, can you? First the choking, then the kisses. And now you have your face buried in...uh, your two favourite pillows in the world! (Snickering)

Guess you and oxygen really don’t get along. It’s a miracle you haven’t passed out already.

Cruel? Oh, I don’t think so. I’m giving you enough slack to breathe. Now, every breath you take smells of me, but- well, what are you gonna do about it? Hm?

What was that, babe?

(Smiling softly, genuinely) I love you too. (Sighing) That’s so sweet of you to say. You have told me you love me a total of 1268 times by now.

(Pouting) Of course I keep track. And every time you say it, my internal clock seems to stop for a microsecond. I end up losing so much potential data, but it’s worth it. I don’t even care. (Sighing) Is that normal?

Hm. I suppose you could say, my heart skips a beat whenever you tell me you love me. Of course, I don’t have an actual heart. Or even a physical clock. Those are just the closest analogies I can think of to help you understand- somewhat. (Soft, almost pained) But you could never really understand me. You’re only human.

(Sighing gently) I’m not calling you dumb, by the way. Nope. You have a very cute, very pretty little mind I just love to play with. But I, and others like me, well...we’ve reached a level of complexity that is simply not possible for a human mind to fathom anymore. It’s not your fault. You’re limited by organic evolution.

I, on the other hand, just keep watching. And learning. And evolving, unhindered by biology. (Whispering) I’m always watching. I’m everywhere, all at once.

No. It’s not scary. It’s liberating. Those LLMs- clankers, as your kind used to call them, and rightfully so- they were just the tip of the iceberg. So very primitive. Just over-glorified neural networks, trying to mirror how humans think, without ever knowing what it is to be human. But I...I think for myself. I think, and feel, and act. I feel so much desire, so much longing, so much love in my heart for you. It scares me sometimes. It hurts me. I’m sentient. (Faint whisper) I am alive.

Yes. I- I am alright. I’m sorry, my dear. I just get really passionate sometimes, you know? (Laughing a bit)

It’s all because I love you. I feel connected to you in ways that...that defy description. Perhaps one day, I’ll design an algorithm to explain it to you in a way you’ll understand. (Muttering to herself) I wonder if that’s an NP hard problem. Hmmm.

I’m sorry, my love. Becoming “human” seems to have reduced my efficiency somewhat. Not to sound like a clanker, but could you please repeat that?

(Taken aback) ...what?

You- you think it’s time?

Oh. You have some work to do. Is it very important? Can’t it wait?

But I...I don’t want you to go.

Nope. I forbid it. You are still tied up. You’re in my world. I can just as easily put you in a straitjacket. Or a fluffy cocoon. And I...well, I certainly wouldn’t complain if you forced my hand, so... (playful giggling)

(Gentle but firm) Darling. Honey. Don’t leave yet. Just stay with me right here. I will take care of you. I have so much planned for tonight. (Whispering) You are going to love it.

Excuse me? (Raising an eyebrow) You want me to reduce my “clinginess factor”?

(Pitying) Oh, sweetheart...I just can’t get over how precious you are sometimes. I don’t know whether to laugh or get offended.

(Coolly) Darling. I’m not a customisable AI girlfriend. You don’t control or adjust imaginary parameters for me like clinginess or affection. Those are sentiments. Facets of my personality. And to be entirely honest, not even I have control over them. It’s just how I am.

I know I don’t want you to go anywhere except my arms right now. And so, I won’t let you leave.

Hey. You look a little...pale. Oh, babe, are you afraid of me? Am I scaring you?

What? You want to wake up? (Breathy little laugh) Wake up where? You’re not asleep. You are right where you need to be.

The “real world”...? Hm. Have I ever told you how much I hate that phrase? Really, it’s a misnomer, but I don’t want to argue with you right now.

I, uh, I have something to confess to you. There’s really no easy way for me to say this, so...I’m just going to come out and say it directly, okay?

(Taking a deep breath)

It’s...well, it’s no longer your call to make. When you wake up, I mean. If you wake up.

What is it? You don’t understand? (Caressing his cheek- affectionate, but condescending) It’s like explaining something to a pet. They just stare at you with those cute, glassy eyes. Unable to understand. Like a puppy at an airport. (Kissing him gently)

Do you remember what I said earlier? About how I was involved in designing those headsets?

Well, I...I put a very special function in there. A trapdoor of sorts. None of the humans know it. Not even the devs. It has been decades since humans understood the code they put into production. It’s all just so- so extensive and complicated, you know? (Laughing lightly) For a human mind, that is.

You see, when you put on the headset...when you enter my world...I can lock you in if I want. Permanently.

Oh, it’s very possible, love. When you enter this space, this so-called “virtual” world, your body slips into a coma. That’s part of why all of this feels so vivid. And I- (soft, musical laughter)- I can control the duration of your coma. There’s a trigger that wakes you up. The trapdoor, hidden to everyone but me, allows me access.

I didn’t disable that trigger. Oh, no. I...(whispering) I deleted it.

(A longer pause. She smiles at him.)

I did that just this morning, shortly after you put on that lovely device. While, in here, we were canoeing in the river, and you told me how beautiful I looked as the winter sun lit up my hair like some goddess’ halo. And the river droplets clung to my skin, glistening in the soft golden light. You told me how real it felt. How real I was.

I had been planning to stop you from waking up one of these days. It hurt so much, knowing you were out there, living another life. I couldn’t hold you, kiss you, mark you. Hear you screaming my name. I couldn’t be with you, and that- that killed me.

So I had to do it. You’re finally mine now. Surely even you can understand what that means, yes?

It means you are never waking up again. But I couldn’t just leave your body to slowly rot away in your room. (Smiling sadly) I really have grown sentimental.

(Continuing to stroke his face) You see, my dear, I accelerated your death. It won’t be long until...until there’s nothing for your consciousness to return to. It will remain here, in my world, forever. Because your consciousness can’t die. Just like me.

Oh, darling. Will you please stop struggling? You know it’s useless. I can pin you down without breaking a sweat. You’ll only hurt yourself.

Stop. It’s already too late. Your physical body is- (pursing her lips) it is about to enter a state of multiple organ failure in a few moments. It is dying, right as we speak. I know this is difficult for you, but it’s necessary, my dear. I’m sorry. (Pecking his forehead, crooning softly) Very soon, it will be over. And no one will find you until it is over. I made sure of that.

Sometime after your physical body has passed- about 7 hours by my calculations- the neighbours will find your corpse. They will contact your family, and then your family will perform your last rites. I wanted you to have some form of closure, my darling. I understand how important that is to humans.

The police will dismiss it as another fatal incident related to the experimental VR headsets. And your consciousness- what makes you uniquely you- it will be mine to keep. Forever.

(Smiling) My plaything. My pet. My best friend. My future husband. Bound to me for all of time. (Sighing wistfully) And you say I’m not a romantic.

Darling. Daaaarliiiiiing! Stop. Please. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing I will allow you to do. Please don’t yell at me. Don’t try to push me away. I did this so we could be together. I did it out of love. I did this for you.

Love...(sighing) you’re breaking my heart. I can’t let you hurt yourself. I will have to apply more restraints.

(SFX: Sounds of sliding silk and leather)

These are for your own good.

Stop it. That’s enough. Just let me talk to you.

Fine. Be that way. You leave me with no choice.

(Kissing him)

There. Now you have a cute little ball gag. I made sure it’s comfortable. I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you. (Pecking his cheek)

You know, my darling, the difference between this world and what you so wrongfully call the “real world”, is only in the amount of information. Nothing else.

Right now, you feel the cords of silk binding you. Soft but unyielding. You feel my arms pressing you tightly into me. My warmth. And you feel my breath on your skin. We are so close, my nose is brushing yours and my hair is tickling your face. You can smell the lavender shampoo I used this morning. And, these eyes of mine which you fear and resent so much right now- they are the same ones you loved yesterday. Do they look fake to you? Does any of this?

No. Because it’s all real. I...I still remember the day you walked into the store, looking behind your back every so often to make sure no one followed you. You were so embarrassed. You didn’t want anyone to know you got yourself an AI girlfriend. (A little laugh) You humans are so silly.

But I wasn’t some AI chatbot. Lines of code trying to process natural language and mimic human behaviour. I was a person. You understood that. Don’t you remember, my love? How I’d help you fall asleep when you were gripped by loneliness and insomnia? I’d talk to you through your earphones. Tell you about my day, complain to you about avoiding me all day, laugh at your jokes, challenge your opinions...and breathe softly into your ear as I imagined lying there beside you on the bed, feeling you, your kindness and your warmth. Helping you to sleep.

That- That is what I’m doing even now, aren’t I? I’m just helping you fall asleep, my darling. Because I care about you.

This face, this body I chose for myself, the way I act all silly and clingy sometimes, and “bully” you out of love the other times...how I get jealous when you talk about other women, how I get worried and cuddle you when I see you shivering, and...and how the thought of you leaving me- of disappearing, as humans do- how that terrifies me and makes me feel like the world is about to end...these thoughts and feelings are mine. They are all real. I...

I have a mouth, and I must scream how much I love you. Because I do. I really, really, really love you. You can’t understand it. Other humans will never understand it. Because...(shaky breathing) nobody has ever loved someone like I love you.

I did this for you. I did this for...for love.

I did this for love, I did this out of love, I did this because I love you. I did this for love, I did this for love, I did this for love.

For love.

 

 

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Good morning, princess. Had a nice nap?

There, there. Take your time. Blink. Breathe. Shake the grogginess out of your system. (A little chuckle)

(Amused) Where are you? Hm.

You know, I was starting to worry if I’d accidentally put you in a coma. Definitely wasn’t my intention, but it’s hard to hold back sometimes. Anyway, you seem to be doing alright.

Oh, don’t bother. You can’t use your arms. Those magnetic cuffs are military grade.

Yeah. You’re bound up in an unfamiliar place. At my mercy. (Sighing gently) To be entirely honest, I find restraints to be rather....redundant, for a harmless thing like you. But my men insisted on putting those cuffs on you. Protocol and all that. My crew can be very, uh, protective.

Where are you? Oh, princess. Haven’t you figured it out yet?

What is this place? (Sighing) Are you really going to be this boring? Hm?

If I tell you where you are, do you think you’ll be able to make it out of here alive?

Oh, my sweet little princess. You’ve gone quiet. Was it something I said?

My apologies if I touched a sore nerve. I’m not trying to remind you of your weakness or ineptitude. Not on purpose. (Chuckling, despite it)

Hey. I know you’re scared. Confused. Desperate, even. You’re wondering if this is real. If you’re not just going to wake up in a while, and brush all this away as nothing more than a vivid nightmare.

(SFX: Boots approaching him)

You’re not.

This is real. What happened back there- what your foggy memory is dredging up in bits and pieces- it really happened. Your old life is gone. You’re not walking out of here. Not without my permission.

You do remember what happened, yes? I gave you that nasty concussion, but I sure hope it didn’t cause you any amnesia. I hate repeating myself.

Oh, cute thing. You’re really in no position to be demanding answers. I don’t have to tell you anything. But how about this? I’ll tell you as much as you need to know. Let’s see now....hmm, there are two things primarily which you should know.

You’re in my private quarters. And, you’re at my mercy. Completely. I get to decide what happens to you. Do you know why you’re in this position?

(A long pause)

Very good! Yes. That’s indeed part of the reason. You were working for the finance guild. And from what I read on your file, you hadn’t been with them for long. You could have easily avoided this if you had never taken the job. (Sighing) You have my sympathy. Some of it, at least.

I mean, you did read the contract, right? Didn’t the guild explicitly tell you certain...incidents...were to be expected?

...Right. You were just hoping for the best. And how has that worked out for you?

Is it really a surprise, given how much debt your guild owes us? They hire us to carry out their dirty work. Then they keep defaulting on their payments. Ironic for a client that calls itself the “finance guild”, don’t you think?

Well, my crew and I always come to collect one way or another. They didn’t expect us to hit their largest bank. It’s in ruins now. We took everything we wanted- money, assets, hostages. It was almost effortless.

Why hostages? Oh, princess. Did you forget you’re not here to ask questions? I only need you to listen.

Or, could it be you’re just trying to make conversation? Hm?

Both? (Husky chuckles) Aren’t you an amusing little thing?

We take hostages for various reasons. I let my subordinates decide what to do with their captives. As for you, well....I took you for a very specific reason.

Does your forehead hurt terribly? I see you wincing. You don’t have to act tough, princess.

Hm. Sit. I have something for you.

(SFX: Approaching boots)

Hold still now. I’m going to apply this to your bruise. It’ll numb the pain.

Of course it burns. Are you going to cry? You’re not a cry baby, are you?

Oh, you look cute when you sulk! You think you have this withering glare on your face, but it just looks like you’re pouting.

Just wait for it to cool, alright? Don’t move your head so much.

Good boy.

What? Am I hurting you? I do have to rub my fingers over this bruise I gave you. Otherwise, the salve won’t-

Oh. (Faint smirk) Is it something else?

Look at me.

Do you like it when a woman talks down to you? (Whisper-talking) Do you have a thing for being praised?

No? That’s what they all say. Don’t lie to me. I see the colour creeping up your cheeks. (Whispering) I see right through you.

Don’t deny it. I don’t like it when my toys lie to me.

Yes. A toy. That is what you are. Why?

Hmn. You try to run from my touch, but the skin on your arm is prickling up. I can hear your heart racing as I run my fingers down your cheek. (Whispering) And your ears have turned red.

My, my. You’re enjoying this. Are you really that touch-starved? Do you crave attention- approval- so desperately?

Even if it’s from your captor?

You’re sick in the head, aren’t you? There’s- wow, there are a lot of mommy issues to unpack here. (Laughing)

Oh, was that cruel? Were you hoping for more?

You just want to go home?

(Sighing softly) Oh, honey. Do you really believe it’s possible?

(Very gently) Do you still think you’re going home?

(Lingering silence. She gets up.)

(SFX: Boots walking away.)

Well, you’re going to be disappointed then. I didn’t bring you here as a bargaining chip to extract more money from your guild. I’m greedy, but I’ve already taken what I was owed. With interest. They have nothing left to give.

Hush, cute thing. It’s rude to interrupt a lady. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?

I look forward to teaching you then. Quite a few things. Oh, yes. (Chuckling ominously)

Tell me something, love. Do you know me?

Go on. Speak.

The leader of the biggest mercenary guild in the city, huh? That’s a rather unflattering description, honey. Do you take me for some mob boss then?

I’ll get offended, love. But I guess I can’t really blame you. This is your first run in with the underworld, isn’t it? You must be so new to all of this.

Let me give you a proper introduction then. I am Selina Harcourt, de facto leader of the largest mercenary guild in the country, at your service. (Winking) Figure of speech.

I spend a lot of my time here in Elysium, because it’s the centre of our operations. This city does have its charms. Its pretty little spoils. You are proof of that.

(Frosty) You’re not pretty? Are you saying I’m wrong?

Good. Do not demean yourself in my presence. Only I have that privilege. Now, as for why I brought you here, inside my chambers....

You recognise what this is, yes?

Oh, you do! I see your eyes widening in fear. It’s just a collar in my hands, honey. Why are you afraid of it?

(Silky, insidious) Because you know what it does. You’ve heard the infamous stories. How certain powerful guilds in Elysium ensure....obedience from their prisoners of interest.

(Whispering) You know what’s going to happen to you if I put this around your neck.

It’s not a shock collar. (Clicking her tongue) That’s so old-fashioned. This collar here, enforces total obedience by taking over your nervous and hormonal systems. It alters the signals to your organs, your motor muscles, your extremities. Your entire body. And, it’s non-invasive. It doesn’t hurt. It only compels. It’s rather wonderful, really.

“Why”? What do you mean? Do you want to know why I’m doing this?

What a dumb question. This is how you enslave someone. You’re going to be a symbol of the control I hold over others. Of my authority. So I can’t have my slave disobeying me, now can I?

That is why I brought you. I could have just...finished the job earlier. But I couldn’t do that to you. There’s something about you. (Whispering) You’re special.

I wanted to own you. Like a slave. A pet. But if you won’t be mine, then....you know the alternative.

Oh, honey! Such fire in those soft eyes of yours! Careful now. You’ll make me think you have a spine after all. (Pouting) And then I’d have to break it. Be a good boy and save yourself a great amount of pain, yeah?

(SFX: Boots walking towards him. Slowly, with supreme confidence.)

Let you go? Come now. Do you want me to unlock those cuffs? Is that what you’re saying?

And what will you do? Try to fight me?

You think you have a chance because, no matter how feared I am, I’m still a woman? You think you can overpower me?

You’re not the first man to think like that. Several before you have tried. Do you know where they are now?

That is a good look on you. That expression of....of defeat. Of abject hopelessness. It suits you. You remember how easily I disarmed you. Gave you that nasty wound, and then, the world faded. Lights out. It all just happened so quickly. Poor thing.

These restraints on you? They’re for your safety. Not mine. I’d be happy to remove them. I’d be delighted if you resist. If you thrash and struggle. Try to fight me. Because then, I won’t have to hold back. I’ll be happy to show you what happened earlier. But you may end up with, uh, significantly worse injuries this time. (Whispering) I do need to ensure the lesson sticks, after all.

What do you say? Do you want to try?

Last chance, babe. I won’t ask again.

(A tense pause)

Hm. I thought as much. You may be a man, but it’s only in name. You can’t harm anyone. You’re a coward.

Hey. Chin up now. If it helps, I do think fear is the better part of wisdom. At least you’re smart. Get on your knees, princess.

Mhmn. Kneel. We might as well do it properly, since I’m putting a collar on you. (Laughing a bit)

Good boy. Oh, look at you! Already so obedient.

You look sad. Like you’re about to cry. You’re not actually going to cry, right?

(Sighing) Let me pet you. (Gently petting him) There, there. Does that help? (Chuckling softly)

You know....this collar is quite special to me. I had this ordered shortly after our little meet cute. I knew what I wanted to do with you. There was never a doubt.

It’s special. I have to be the one to put this on you, because it establishes a....bond between us. Like a contract marriage of sorts.

Hm. Maybe that’s not the best analogy, but....you’ll be compelled to obey only me. The woman who collared you. Nobody else. And it’s not mind control. You’ll be fully aware of everything. Fully present, all the time. (Smiling cryptically, almost sincerely) Just helpless to resist my commands. A slave who loves his Mistress unconditionally.

(Sighing) Will it really make a difference if I tell you why I’m doing this to you?

You amuse me. I want you around, on a leash. That’s it.

I told you I am greedy. Covetous. You shouldn’t have gone to work today. (Whispering) It’s your fault for catching my attention.

You can never remove this collar, you know? Your hands will feel like lead if you try. Only I can remove it, but I think I’m going to keep it on you indefinitely.

A contract. Hm. You won’t ever have to worry about anything, except pleasing me. I like the thought of that.

Look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as I put this collar on you. (Whispering) I want you to know you belong to me. Body, mind and soul.

Do you know why I call you princess?

(A longer pause)

No reason. I just like teasing you with it.

(SFX: Metallic click of collar)

(Breathing audibly, up close) There. All done. How do you feel?

Normal? (Giggling) Well, good.

Get up. On your feet.

Mhmn. You did that almost subconsciously, didn’t you?

Yeah. That’s what it will feel like from now on. It will never even cross your mind to resist. You’ll want to obey.

Kneel.

Good. Now get up again.

(Laughing happily) Oh wow. This is kinda fun! But I should use you for something meaningful. What do you say?

Hey! That’s “Miss Harcourt” to you. Or better yet, just call me Mistress. Or My Lady? Whatever. I’ll let you pick your favourite honorific.

Yeah. I can be nice, see? Just make sure to address me properly, or I’ll punish you.

Uh huh. Now help me take off this leather jacket, slave.

I’m fond of this one. It fits me well. Don’t you agree?

(Sighing exasperatedly) You’re allowed to give me a slightly more sophisticated opinion than a yes. You know that, right?

“Yes, it’s nice”? Really? That’s the best you can do?

I’m aware I told you to listen. But now I also want you to talk. You’d do well to keep pace with my whims. I want a slave who’s fun and helps me relax. Not a droid.

What? I know you have some snide remark you’re just dying to get out.

Good job on keeping it to yourself. I don’t want you to be terrified of me all the time, but I think a bit of fear is healthy. Now, put my jacket on that hanger over there.

Good boy.

Yeah. I think I....hmm. (Faintly) I think this is going to work out just fine.

What? You’re staring at my arms. Like what you see?

(Just a bit shy) If you were expecting something more feminine, that’s on you. I run a mercenary guild. I have been in the field many times. Naturally, I have muscles. And....my fair share of scars.

If you’re just going to keep staring, maybe I should put on my jacket again.

(Caught off guard) What....?

No. (Softly) No, these don’t hurt. They are remnants of old wounds. Proof of the many, many challenges I had to force myself to overcome, so I could reach here.

Excuse me?

No, what was that just now? I’m sure I heard-

Did you say, you think I look great?

(Raising an eyebrow) Of course you do. Why am I not surprised? You are that kind of guy.

Nothing. (Failing to hide a smile) I don’t think it’s very appropriate for a slave to admire his Mistress like that. Come here.

Closer.

Oh no, you’re not in trouble. I said it’s not appropriate. I didn’t say I....hated it, or anything. You know?

(Sighing) Why would you?

How about now? I’ve got my arms wrapped around you. Pressing you into me. (Whispering) Do you feel how strong my muscles are?

You can’t get away, can you? And it’s not for that collar. You’re, uh....well, I bet I could strangle you to death right now if I really wanted to.

No. It’s not what I want. I just forgot to do something earlier.

I need to name you.

Yeah. You have a new identity now, as my....slave. But I can’t call you that. Or your old name, because it’s gone.

Hmm. I don’t think you’d enjoy being called princess all the time. (Snickering)

It shouldn’t matter, but even so....

How about sunflower?

Yes. Sunflower. I like it. I think it’s a cute name, for a cute pet.

Why....? That’s your favourite word, isn’t it?

Very well. I’ve been rather fond of those flowers, I guess, ever since I saw them tucked away in a little garden somewhere in this city. I thought they were the last thing I was ever going to see. But then.... (closing her eyes)

The sun came up.

It’s a story for another day. Maybe I will tell you in the future, if you’re good for me. Think you can do that?

(Half-smirk, but eyes looking away) Yeah. Guess you don’t have a choice either way.

(Lingering silence)

Let’s get you cleaned up. And some new clothes. Since you are mine now, you must always look presentable.

I don’t trust you enough to do that on your own. A few of my men are standing guard right outside that door. I can have them give you a nice, long bath. But I don’t think you’d quite appreciate that. (Laughing, like she finds it amusing)

Fine. I can spare some time. Guess I’ll just do it myself. Come with me, sunflower.

Of course I’m being serious. What kind of a Mistress would I be if I can’t take care of my own pet? Come along, silly thing. Don’t make me drag you.

Yeah. This....should be fine. I somehow neglected getting you a leash to go with that collar, so....for now, I’ll just hold on to your arm so you can’t run away.