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osf -> a piece of meat ready for use (1/2/2010 10:36:55 PM)
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It was a day like any other day a day she was folding clothes, vacuuming or was it dusting, it doesn’t matter it was for master. Anything for masters comfort made her smile.
From deep in her reverie she hears masters voice, instantly becoming attentive to what he may need, she hears him say COME. That COME she knew well, it wasn’t the nice come she preferred, it was the COME that made her anxious.
Knowing better than to delay or protest she put down the clothes or the vacuum or was it the duster and quickly goes to his side.
Taking her hand he led the way, a way she knew only too well, a way that would lead to she knew not where or what, because he as usual hadn’t told her.
Walking beside him in growing apprehension, she goes not because she trusts him, she goes not because she loves him, she goes because that is what she does, she goes to fulfill her purpose for being.
Dread filling her to the very core, silently she screams beat me, make me suffer terrible pain, please anything but what is to come, because she realizes some things are worse than mere pain. Silently she does this because she knows now is not the time to speak.
Along the way she goes through a kind of molting, shedding her happiness, shedding her pride, shedding her dignity, shedding her very identity until they come upon that place, merely walking flesh and bone, a piece of meat ready for use.
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