"What did I do? What did I do wrong? Why was I left behind?"

Liz woke up expecting today to be like any other day. She was hoping to see her Master's smile. She was hoping to please him with the usual morning routine. She even wanted to surprise him with trying something new.

But...he was gone.

She checked the halls, the deafening silence worming into her ears. She was expecting the sounds of pans and pots as the kitchen staff prepared the many breakfasts. She was expecting to hear the muttering or moaning from the harem. She was expecting to see him on his thrown, his right-hand woman by his side.

Everything was gone.

She yelled, she screamed, she cried out, the only response she got was her own voice, echoing throughout the empty castle.

Then she dropped to her knees. Her head hurt, her stomach churned. She grabbed her own hair, pulling it in frustration, hoping the pain would help clear her head. But she couldn't. She fell to the ground, gripping the carpet, and crying.

She had sacrificed her entire life for her Master. Things weren't exactly going positively for her. She was in prison, and it was likely she was going to be either tortured or executed for her actions, given how unforgiving the patriarchy was at the time. The Master found her and offered her a chance to escape her fate. But she wouldn't see her friends or family ever again. She would lose everything, including the clothing on her back. And she would lose her freedom. But he would give her a new purpose. A happiness she wouldn't regret.

It was a lot to think about. Risk death, or surrender freedom. She had no reason to trust him, Hell, he might just kill her himself. But something attracted her to him. Something made her want to follow him.

She had heard of an individual who took women and men to his castle, keeping them in their harem, to be played with at their master's whim, but they were treated well and enjoyed their lives there. Perhaps, this was the man. Perhaps this was her only ticket to a life better than what she had.

And so she agreed, stripping down naked and applying the collar he had prepared for her, before taking her away. Far, far away.

For many years, she was in bliss. Her Master not only treated her well, but better than the other woman. Her Master continued to tell her that she was special. That she was someone he had looked for his entire life, that made him feel emotions he hadn't touched in centuries.

Not that she was treated less roughly. Quite the opposite in fact. Her Master enjoyed torturing and tormenting her more than the others. Tickling that would last until she passed out. Edging for longer than she can count. Bindings so tight, the only thing she could move was her eyes.

But she loved it. She always had. She always wanted it. The world she lived in frowned upon the bizarre fetishes she adored. She had always secretly wanted to be kidnap, to me tormented. And the friends she had weren't happy with her strange interests, telling her to fix herself. She had found someone that appreciated her for who she is, someone who provided her joy for many, many years. Pampered her like a Princess.

And now...it's all gone.

It took a day, her body malnourished, before she finally left the castle behind. But she's had no idea what to do, no idea where to go. She didn't know where she was, and she owned nothing, not even a penny left behind.

As she wandered through the woods, she arrived at a small town, unable to recognize the name on the sign at the entrance. People gave her looks and a couple whispered some nasty comments, disgusted at her lack of cleanliness as well as her lack of footwear. But she bottled it up. She was no stranger to mockery.

Until she looked over, and saw a happy couple, kissing as they leaned against a lamppost. She thought she had drained all of her emotions while in the castle, but it all erupted at once. She ran passed people, who were a lot more louder and vocal about her, and she ran into an empty alleyway, next to what sounded like a pub having a great party. She sat on the ground, and her tears streamed again, this time she was trying so hard to maintain her composure, but it wasn't working. She was a mess...

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"Bruh I came for a boner where is my boner"

I dunno, I felt like experimentation today. This took less time than you'd think, but still a long time to get out.

This is also a warning to character collaborations. When one of the characters is gone forever, it won't have the most positive impact on the others they were involved with.

I felt this girl is due some kind of redemption, given the state I left her in.

Liz belongs to  HunterBahamut