running from my masters

mommy & marilyn

A/n: hey guyssss sorry I haven't posted in literal months I've just been extremely busy. but hopefully I can write the next chapter today aswell, as this chapter is being used to make a new idea come to life. please bare with me. Okay love you bye

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You wake up in the morning to the bed empty and a note beside the bed.

Mommy's at meeting in town. Mistress is teaching a class. Clothes are in the top drawer.

Love, your masters.

You rub your eyes as you sit up, pulling open the top drawer. You thought they meant the clothes you wore yesterday but you realised you were wrong when the entire outfit was new.

It still had the tags on. "Two hundred and twenty for underwear." You mumble, shaking your head as you walk to the connected bathroom. "Ridiculous."

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After showering and making yourself presentable, you look over the outfit again. "These women are ridiculous." You sigh, staring at the length of the skirt they provided you. Luckily, they did provide a floor length coat, although the price was closer to a thousand than five hundred.

You get dressed and grab your keys. Walking out of the office, you turn the corner and freeze as a familiar face is staring back at you.

"Is that you y/n?" You gasp loudly and sprint as fast as your thigh high boots would allow you. Don't even ask how much those cost. "Miss Thornhill!" You cry excitedly.

She closes her arms around you and rubs your back. "My god! I never thought I'd see you again!" Marilyn says, you can tell she's teary. "Awwww Thornhill you old softie." You joke.

She playfully hits your shoulder. "What are you doing here?" You quickly make up a lie. "Oh I was actually in the area and thought it'd be fun to see my old school."

"Oh are you leaving now?" Marilyn asks sadly. Your eyes light up and you smile at her, "Are you free? Fancy a cup of coffee?"

Marilyn laughs and nods happily. You catch up as you leave the school and walk into the parking lot. "Which car is yours?" Thornhill asks politely.

You smirk and press the button on your keys. Your Porsche convertible beeps. "That's your car?" You laugh at Thornhill's face.

"Get in. And put your seatbelt on. It's in your best interest."

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You've never seen Miss Thornhill this cheery. She's whooping, singing the lyrics of the song on the radio. You press a button and the hood of the car comes down.

"This is exhilarating!" Marilyn cheers as her hair blows in the wind. She reaches to take her seatbelt off. The stands in her seat and you grab her hand, your left still on the wheel to make sure she doesn't fall.

"I feel so free!" She yells over the radio. You laugh at her, "Hold on tight!" You shout, speeding up to 110.

You don't even see Larissa drive by.

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You stroll into the small cafe that smells of delightful treats and fresh pots of coffee. "Find us a table I'll get our drinks." You smile kindly at Miss Thornhill and she smiles back absentmindedly. She walks away to find a table and you turn to the cashier.

"Two large coffees and I'll have two of those chocolate pastries please." The cashier nods and you take the coffees he slides over. He bags your pastries and hands them over. You walk over to Marilyn whos staring out of the window.