Hell.
Fucking hell.
What am I gonna say?
That I somehow found out my own family is part of a cult that is out to get me?
Yeah, totally believable. Just like every other of the fifty thousand (exaggerating, duh) psychiatrists I've been to.
I know my predicament may seem Weird and all, but bear with me, buddy.
I can either start from my suspicions or from when I met him. Who is 'him', anyways? Oh I can tell you. I belong to him. Why do you think I'm wearing a collar with his info on one of the tags?
Exactly. He's not human. But he isn't beast. He's more of an owner, like a slave owner but not.
I accepted into being under his ownage, yes.
No, I did not not consent to it.
Yeah I wanted to.
Why would I not become a submissive to this guy?
At least he isn't a pimp who could sell me off to others.
At least he protects me from the cult. From them.
But, let me tell you when all of this happened.
Back when I was awarded 'Student of the Month' at my private academy.
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