Rosalita Martinez-Johnson, a young 18-year-old woman residing in the bustling city of Los Angeles, California, has been trying to cope with the burdens of Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) while enduring the oppressive presence of her abusive, dru...
I made it back to my room, feeling the weight of what had just taken place heavy on my chest as I hurriedly turned the key in the lock, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, my emotions raw and overwhelming in the aftermath of the intense incident. I couldn't fathom how my vulnerability had led to such a dangerous situation, potentially causing harm to the girl involved. Lost in my thoughts, a gentle knock on the door brought me back to the present, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty.
The voice of Vincent, although soft and reassuring, still sent a shiver down my spine as he called out my name, a plea for me to open the door. Trembling, torn between the instinct to protect myself and the dread of what might happen if I didn't comply, I hesitated before finally mustering the courage to unlock the door and reveal myself. As the door creaked open, I averted my gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes, consumed by a mixture of shame and dread.
Vincent's gentle request for me to look at him pierced through my defenses, and with a shake of my head, he then reached for my chin and I allowed him to guide my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. My trembling lips and teary eyes betrayed the overwhelming flood of emotions welling up inside me, a raging sea threatening to spill over at any moment. Unleashing a torrent of tears, I found some comfort in the release, the weight of my emotions washing over me in cathartic waves.
With gentle hands, Vincent lifted me up, cradling me on his hip as he navigated into the room and settled on the edge of the bed, enfolding me in a comforting embrace. The tension slowly subsided as I nestled against him, finding a fleeting sense of safety in his presence amidst the turmoil of my conflicted emotions.
(Quick PSA:Vincent in 6'5 tall and rose is 5'0 tall)
After about ten minutes of sitting together in a comforting silence, I could feel my tears subside, and a sense of calm washed over me as he continued to murmur sweet words into my ear. Slowly, I found myself twirling my fingers absentmindedly on his lap, the tension in the room lifting with each passing moment. Eventually, breaking through the stillness, Master Vincent inquired softly, "Rose, what really happened back there?" Taking a moment to compose myself, I drew in a deep breath before responding, "I suppose my emotions simply got the best of me."
Master Vincent watched me intently and remarked, "You appeared to be an entirely different person downstairs. Could you enlighten me on what happened?" With a mixture of hesitation and resolve, I revealed, "I have what's known as Multiple Personality Disorder. One of my alter egos, Thorne, embodies traits of anger and violence that I struggle with. I have two other alter egos as well – Sapphire, who is always blunt and serious with an unreadable expression, and Val, who exudes confidence, flirtation, sassiness, and sarcasm that I lack. It's important to note that they all possess sadistic and psychotic tendencies." My voice trailed off, waiting anxiously for his reaction.
Master Vincent took a moment to absorb this revelation before responding reassuringly, "It's a lot for anyone to bear, especially someone as lovable and sweet as you. I am not upset by what you did to Thorne; she warranted it. How about you freshen up with a shower and change into something comfortable?" I nodded in acknowledgment, gently rose from his lap, and headed towards the bathroom. Ensuring the door was securely shut, I turned on the water, shed my clothing, and stepped into the soothing cascade.
Emerging from the shower nearly ten minutes later, I shut off the faucet and cocooned myself in a soft towel, relishing the warmth against my skin. As I returned to the room, I discreetly checked if Master Vincent had left before going into my wardrobe. Opting for a cozy banana-patterned pajama set accompanied by white gloves and thigh-high socks, I also grabbed my beloved banana-themed blanket, a plushie, and a yellow binky labeled 'bunny.' Preparing for a moment of relaxation, I adjusted a white wig and headband in the bathroom, completing my outfit with a touch of whimsy and comfort.
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I put my binky in my mouth, a small comforting gesture that always helped me drift into dreamland without a care in the world. After securing my binky, I reached for my soft, worn blankie, feeling its familiar texture against my skin as I wrapped it snugly around myself. With a contented sigh, I sank into the welcoming embrace of my bed, the coziness enveloping me like a warm hug.
The rhythmic rise and fall of my breaths soon lulled me into a serene state of relaxation, my mind slowly becoming detached from the day's events and troubles. As I drifted closer to the realms of slumber, the world around me faded into a blissful blur, and I gave in to the gentle pull of sleep, entering a realm of peacefulness and bliss.
Unbeknownst to me, the passing of time went unnoticed as I slipped deeper into the realm of dreams, where reality blended effortlessly with the whims of my subconscious. Lost in this ethereal landscape, I forgot all about Master Vincent, his presence fading into the background of my consciousness as sleep claimed me entirely, wrapping me in its comforting embrace.
