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The girl's eyes strained through sheets of rain, searching for movement. Her body ached with tension and cold; each shiver sent a chill of pain through her exhausted limbs. She'd knelt there for days, it seemed; months, years - the time was arbitrary. She'd kneel there forever, if Master told her to.
Still, she searched eagerly through the dim crowds of people that occasionally came within her vision. She'd been left in the alley for a reason, told sharply not to move, and she was all but invisible to the hundreds of people who passed her. Slim girls giggled under designer umbrellas. Tall businessmen chattered angrily on cell phones shielded by plastic bags. Young couples laughed and turned their faces up to the sky, welcoming the cold water pouring over them, the warmth of their clutched hands enough comfort to stave off the effects of the storm. In her alley, she was invisible to all of them, and her body trembled with longing to be one of those carefree girls, laughing with some sweet boy who might offer her his coat if he noticed her shivering -
There! The girl straightened herself, relief warming her chilled blood. Those broad shoulders, that confident stride, that couldn't be anyone but her Master. The wet leather around her neck at once seemed a comfort, and a faint smile lifted her lips. With effort, she quelled the tremble in her sore knees and knelt perfectly straight, lifting one paw in a helpless gesture for attention. I'm here, she thought desperately. Please, Sir, take me home...
He had one paw cupped over the cherry of a choking cigarette. The rain had rendered the paper almost useless. His steely eyes found her, precisely where he'd left her, and he stood thoughtfully over an overflowing trash can. He let out a whoosh of air and smoke, the silken strands of his breath mingling with the cold rain for a moment. He smiled, but it was a hard smile, not the one filled with love and desire she was used to. There was no pride, no possession in that chilled gaze.
Ginny's fingers wilted, her arm lowering. His stare took the strength from her, and she felt her knees finally give way, sending her to the icy concrete. Master? Her voice sounded strange and hopeless, even to her own ears. Please, Master, I want to go home...
He crushed the cigarette out on the wall beside him, then dropped it into the pile of refuse in the can. The ash left a pearly sheen on the wet brick, then it was gone, and so was he.
Ginny bowed her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. He'd left her here, for gods knew how long. Abandoned, maybe forever. But she was a slave, and she had to follow her orders.
He hadn't given her leave to run, he'd only left her here, with his last instructions being to sit, and to stay.
So she sat, and she stayed.
Ginny and art © me
The girl's eyes strained through sheets of rain, searching for movement. Her body ached with tension and cold; each shiver sent a chill of pain through her exhausted limbs. She'd knelt there for days, it seemed; months, years - the time was arbitrary. She'd kneel there forever, if Master told her to.
Still, she searched eagerly through the dim crowds of people that occasionally came within her vision. She'd been left in the alley for a reason, told sharply not to move, and she was all but invisible to the hundreds of people who passed her. Slim girls giggled under designer umbrellas. Tall businessmen chattered angrily on cell phones shielded by plastic bags. Young couples laughed and turned their faces up to the sky, welcoming the cold water pouring over them, the warmth of their clutched hands enough comfort to stave off the effects of the storm. In her alley, she was invisible to all of them, and her body trembled with longing to be one of those carefree girls, laughing with some sweet boy who might offer her his coat if he noticed her shivering -
There! The girl straightened herself, relief warming her chilled blood. Those broad shoulders, that confident stride, that couldn't be anyone but her Master. The wet leather around her neck at once seemed a comfort, and a faint smile lifted her lips. With effort, she quelled the tremble in her sore knees and knelt perfectly straight, lifting one paw in a helpless gesture for attention. I'm here, she thought desperately. Please, Sir, take me home...
He had one paw cupped over the cherry of a choking cigarette. The rain had rendered the paper almost useless. His steely eyes found her, precisely where he'd left her, and he stood thoughtfully over an overflowing trash can. He let out a whoosh of air and smoke, the silken strands of his breath mingling with the cold rain for a moment. He smiled, but it was a hard smile, not the one filled with love and desire she was used to. There was no pride, no possession in that chilled gaze.
Ginny's fingers wilted, her arm lowering. His stare took the strength from her, and she felt her knees finally give way, sending her to the icy concrete. Master? Her voice sounded strange and hopeless, even to her own ears. Please, Master, I want to go home...
He crushed the cigarette out on the wall beside him, then dropped it into the pile of refuse in the can. The ash left a pearly sheen on the wet brick, then it was gone, and so was he.
Ginny bowed her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. He'd left her here, for gods knew how long. Abandoned, maybe forever. But she was a slave, and she had to follow her orders.
He hadn't given her leave to run, he'd only left her here, with his last instructions being to sit, and to stay.
So she sat, and she stayed.
Ginny and art © me
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