𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕴𝖘 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 (𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

3-2: 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 (𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 2)

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For the rest of the week, my brain was absent–it was as if I traded mine for an alien's. The theatre company is in prep for a new season and as such, I am writing a new play for them.

Today, after a meeting at the theatre, I went to a cafe with Director Wes and Producer Sunny. The cafe is one of my favourite places. It's a quaint little spot where I come by almost every week.

It's been a while since I last caught up with Wes and Sunny. It's scarcely been a week since... but my world has been caught in a typhoon.

"So, about your script this time, y/n," Sunny said as soon as we sat down. "I think the idea is absolutely fantastic, very imagestic! Don't you think so, Wes? What a student you have here."

"I agree with them, y/n. It's almost as if you've experienced the story itself," Wes quipped. "I always wanted to ask, though, where do your inspirations come from?"

"Haha, Wes, nah... see, I don't like writing stories based on my own life. It's too troublesome, and besides, you never know who might read into the works too much and glean my life stories from my works, right? I don't want to get harassed or doxxed or anything. I've heard someone say that, 'you can only cook with what's in your fridge,' you know? And so I read a lot and I watch a lot of movies, listen to a lot of music, just straight up surround myself with art all the time. And in that way, I have lots of things to cook from without dredging up my own dirt," I blabber.

I blabber when I lie. This melodramatic play is most certainly based on my own life. The main character is a sad teenager who turns into a non-human creature. Oh, and they also have a domineering mother and then a dead lover.

I look out the window. Looks like it's going to rain later. A woman is dragging along a chihuahua.

"Two: In public, as well as in private, the pet is to address the master in a proper manner, either as 'Master Geto' or 'Master'.

That day, a week ago, after our game, Geto... no, Master Geto went through the contract with me.

"Three: the pet's conduct during private sessions is to be fully present, attentive, and responsive to the master's guidance. Any distraction or lack of focus will not be tolerated."

It's almost as if I were going back to school, I thought, as I bit the eraser off from my pencil.

"You were a good student, weren't you? I don't think you'd have any trouble following my rules. Read on."

It's as if he can read my mind.

"Four: loyalty. This clause stipulates that the pet will remain loyal to the master, above all else. This includes refraining from any romantic or sexual relations with others without the master's explicit permission. Any deviation from this will be met with severe consequences as nothing but complete devotion is expected from the pet," I read aloud. "What about masturbating, Master Geto?"

Sensing my sarcasm, Geto laughed lightly. "I would encourage you to channel your... desires into pleasing me, but, hmm... I suppose I could allow the occasional indulgence. Yet know this–your orgasms belong to me and you'll only find your pleasure when I allow it. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Master." These days, I am so frazzled that I don't even have much of a sex drive anymore.

"Five: the safe word. A safe word shall be chosen by the pet and will remain a failsafe for our sessions–a word that, when spoken, will immediately halt all our activities." I decided to choose my safe word the next time I saw him.