Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!
Anything, please.
She pressed her forehead to her knees and exhaled. She didn’t dare cry, nope, not now, not anymore. The tears felt wasted. She had already shed them all the first few months locked in that other room, the one where she had been nothing but his toy.
All that was left was tiredness, and the tiny ember of stubborn hope she refused to let Queen snuff out completely.
If freedom was still a word that could belong to her, then let him look away from her. Let him forget she existed. Let him bury his face in Queen’s perfect hair, whisper those hollow words to her instead.
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