“Y-yes miss Makima… my, everything… <3”

“I want forever in your arms, forever in your care and under… your control, I want you to take care of me, and I wanna be obedient to you… always…”

“Take me, have me… have my heart and soul… all of me wants you so desperately, so… hungrily…”

“It’s you, miss Makima, I’m happy when I’m with you, when you look at me, when you touch me, when you’re there, next to me… it’s you… you’re so… you’re so important to me”.

“I want to stay with you… all the time…”

“I’m not sure if this is a bad thing or not but… I’m… I’m obsessed with you”…

Thought our pasts are so heavily intertwined, I find myself feeling new in this moment, like this is a new chapter in me and miss makima’s story, adoringly, as I await her response eagerly, like a puppy waiting for his owner’s return, not that this is an analogy, considering she does indeed, own me…