<< back to the WHIP
cook is gone now.
holy shit. the house is empty. the entire estate is empty. i’ve never felt this alone in my life—not since madam saved me from that foster home.
like, really think about that. i don’t think i’ve spent a single night truly alone since then. there’s always been someone—another sub, a staff member, someone on the grounds.
but now? nothing. no footsteps. no voices. no light under the door down the hall. just me.
i don’t like it.
the silence is loud. the walls feel bigger. the air feels wrong. i know i’ll adjust. i know it’s temporary. but right now? i feel like a lost little thing in a giant, hollow house.
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Hang in there Duckie, I’m sure the brighter times will return.
thanks man