Part 9: “The Disappearance of Emily Bennett”

Part 8 The following morning, I woke to a note on my pillow: The property is yours to explore today. Get to know your new home. I’ll return for dinner. Yours, Ethan The offer seemed decadent, but upon further thought, I realized it was more likely an expectation that I know my surroundings. After all,…

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The Disappearance of Emily Bennett

Sometimes it takes losing yourself to find yourself. I started this serial in May 2019, creating 8 parts for Flash Friday, a meme that seems to have ended without warning in December of last year. I lost the threads of the story, and simply let it drop. My inspiration well was a bit dry in…

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Part 8: “The Disappearance of Emily Bennett”

Part 7 Surprisingly, as I’d been naked most of the day, I was suddenly very aware of my body. The weight of my breasts shifted toward my armpits, and I felt his breath waft lightly across my lower belly. “Offer yourself,” He commanded. Somehow, my body knew He expected my legs to splay, my cunt…

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Part 7: “The Disappearance of Emily Bennett”

Part 6 He pulled out the chair beside me, sat down, and placed His napkin on His lap. A servant entered, asked a few quiet questions, left, and returned, but, at no time, even once He began to eat, did He appear to notice me…not even a sideways glance. I considered speaking, but held my…

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Part 6: “The Disappearance of Emily Bennett”

Part 5 There was a light knock at the door. “Miss?” “Yes?” I sat up in the bath, instinctively covering my breasts as the young woman walked in. Apparently, she was to be my shadow, popping round whenever and wherever. “Master says I am to cut your hair before dinner.” She held a tray with…

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