have you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
"You belong to me now, understood? I bought you and you're going to obey me like the good kitten you are."
Started: 03/19/2018
Finished: 03/24/2018
Edited: 05/24/2018