myths_of_the_unreal
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"Pet."
I twisted my body to lock our gazes, my brows rising to encourage Master to say what he wishes to say.
His brows are dip slightly, with a speck of curiosity and doubt swimming in the orbs of a deep blue.
There was a pause, but I waited.
He wasn't a person to doubt his choice of words, so I knew I had to listen.
"If you could have one thing, what would it be," he asked, studying me closely.
I couldn't stop the sudden surprise that blossomed and when I blinked, the answer came to me.
"My freedom."
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