The dance

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David sat on the side, watching his lover, Daniel, dance with a young woman. He sighed, looking into his red solo cup.

'I wish I could be her..' He let out a sigh and stood up. Once he stood, Daniel glared at him. This made David sit down again.

A few hours passed and it was time to go home.
"Come on, David," Daniel growled, dragging David to the car. "If you weren't so useless, I would've danced with you..." He threw David into the car and got into the driver's seat. "When we get home, you have to go straight to the basement, got it?" David nodded.
"Y-yes, Daniel."
"That's not what you call me," Daniel spat.

David looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry... Yes, master..."
Daniel nodded. "Good boy..."

Aye! Sorry it sucks. It's the first book I've written in a while so...
I dunno...
Well.... bai!

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