Labyrinth encased my mind, preventing me from ever finding my way out. All I could see and feel was the same thing over and over again, trudging the same paths without seeing an escape. No rope in the darkness, giving me potential hints to get through the winding hallways. No lighted candle, showing me possible paths I missed in the darkness.

Nothing. The only thing I could do was trudge again and again, to find a way to get out. To give up was too much, even if I didn’t know how long I could continue on. 

She put it perfectly, a dark, complex maze that twisted in itself. I was in the middle, never seeing any sort of escape points. Maybe it was there, but she made it so I couldn’t see. A blindpoint placed wherever the getaway existed. 

The only time I had some sort of freedom—was when she was there. The labyrinth would be lifted, and I could finally look properly upon reality once more. I blinked slowly, and the woman(god) loomed right in front of me, smiling down dotingly. Her right hand was caressing my left cheek, always gentle. Never giving more pressure than I could bear, even if I fought her touches—at the start anyway. 

By now I knew where my position was, and what I needed to do. She cooed happily at my docility, and warmth stirred in my chest. Either because of her, or was it just an instinctive reaction? 

I couldn’t ponder long as commands pressed against my mind. Foreign feelings, of coldness wrapped in warmth, of a rotten carcass hidden under the scent of flowers. My legs moved, making me stand up, while my hands gripped the shirt I was wearing. I didn’t even realise I was wearing one, not until this moment. 

A part of me stirred, wanting to struggle against her. But I squashed it down, pushing it away. To fight would be terrible, for her wrath wouldn’t only stay for today. She would smile and leave, and I would be stewing inside my own fear and worries. Days would pass before she would truly punish me—when I thought I was safe. 

She pushed in her thumb, and I sucked it immediately. There was only the taste of synthetic leather, of her favourite glove. She enjoyed these games, keeping herself more clothed than me, and making me obey even the most inane of orders. “Mm, what a good girl you are by now, little pet.” 

More warmth curled in my chest, as if a fire had been lit inside. I moaned softly against her finger, still not stopping because there wasn’t any order to. And yet I still dared to peek upwards, to look into those deep blue eyes, with red flecks scattered over them. 

Like drops of blood in the sea. 

Predatory smile spread on her face then, as if she just read my mind. I wouldn’t throw it past her, but she hadn’t done that for a long time. The exact length couldn’t be grasped, since my thoughts muddled everytime our mind entwined. Just a little bit. It felt like my past was steadily being blurred, given weights to drop into the depths of my mind. Unable to be grasped, not unless I wanted to turn away from reality. 

Sometimes to gaze into yourself was to let go of everything else. 

The feeling of lips pressing against mine jolted me out of my thoughts, and I just let her do it. To dominate and explore every nook of cranny. A few half-hearted attempts at pushing against her tongue satisfied her desire for me to reciprocate, but I never found myself trying anything more. Didn’t people say you wanted to give more if you lovecare for one another? 

She smiled happily at me when we finally separated, caressing my cheeks and touching my body. Gentle, as long as I didn’t deny her. “Good girl, you are such a good girl.” She praised, giving me more kisses that made me shiver. 

Half-pushing, half-caressing my body, I could feel her hands against me. I knew what she wanted to do next, even without her desires pressing against my mind. For a moment, I wondered if I should try to deny her. I could try, and she would feel it right now. She was attuning herself to my mind, checking and ensuring I would be fine. 

It would be wonderful, in many other circumstances. 

Her kisses went lower, lips sucking and teeth biting to my neck. She moved to the shoulder a little bit, leaving red patches of skin behind as she moved further down. Her hands had slipped into my pants, warm and distracting. 

Whimpers escaped my throat, even as she kissed more reassurances at me. Her hands were still gentle, not tightening to leave bruises. Perhaps I should let myself be pushed down, to lay down onto the soft mattress. It would be easier, but today I wasn’t feeling like it. I continued to stay upright, resisting her attempts a little bit. 

“Mm, you want me to do it to you like this?” She asked, stopping her attempt to look towards me, waiting for my answer. 

She made me feel important, and even though I should have known better—I nodded. I shouldn’t have. 

To put out my own wish was the wrong thing to do. 

To put myself in front of her was the wrong thing to do. 

To not immediately obey her wishes was the wrong thing to do. 

She smiled, the same as every time before. “I see, little pet.” She stopped calling me her good girl. The hands were still caressing, very, very slowly. They were already in my pants, but now they were moving to my most intimate places. “I will give you what you want, of course.” The same tone, sweet and kind. 

I didn’t realize it. Just like any of the others, I couldn’t. 

Her soft touch in my mind wasn’t just for sensing, or feeling—it could be for something else. But she distracted me from that, her fingers long, and she was knowledgeable on how to play me. 

I was her instrument, and she, the player. Expert fingers moved across my body, making me shudder and moan in response. I ground against them as best as I could, whimpering and begging for more. To let me reach the peak I was so rarely allowed to get. “P-please…?” Slight tears formed at the edge of my eyes, as I let out the weakest voice I could make. To plead to her baser desire, the one that wished to debase me. 

The red darkened, rippling across the still water. Blood still flowed within her, and the excitement made the blood even starker against the blue. As if they were rubies glittering within the stormy ocean. Usually this would be when she would push me, but this time she just did another kiss, hard enough to bruise. Hands ripped my shirt and pants, her strength without comparison. 

She was made to be stronger than anyone, to be perfect. And she smiled predatorily upon my exposed skin, a few patches of skin had become red. But there were even more colors, such as blues with purples coloring it within, lines of greens surrounding some of them, and some already darkening into yellow-almost brown-like. Nearly faded, if I wanted to label them. 

The fresh ones made her smile, the glint of white teeth able to be seen. She was satisfied and happy over that, even though she narrowed her eyes just a smidge upon seeing some of the fading marks. “You won’t mind me renewing them, right?” She whispered, her hand already starting to grip them and making me wince. 

Her stare made me shudder, the pressure palpable despite the fact she only asked. There was only one right way to reply here, and I… couldn’t find it in me to say no. So I nodded, giving her my assent. Another kiss pressed against my lips, happiness dancing within those eyes as she immediately pressed my body further. The pain was muted as she kissed across the expanse of exposed skins, against my bruises. 

In some ways, I felt like her canvas. Even if that wasn’t exactly allowed here—the way her hands pressed my body, leaving marks and coloring them with reds made me think of myself akin to a piece of art. Maybe I shouldn’t try to think of it that way, but I couldn’t ascribe any other meaning to these. Unless this was her attempt to show how much of myself was hers, that is. 

Her mind continued to circle mine, pressing, demanding me to acquiesce to her. It was easy, just like every other acceptance before. She muted the feeling of pain further, making them feel so far apart it felt like my body wasn’t mine at all. I was just a passenger upon this body, allowing it to be moved however she wished it to be. 

More and more red blossomed under her touch, much like the cardinal flower blooming on top of the shallow water. 

I moaned obediently, the pain and pleasure blurring against one another. Her physical and mental touch twined against one another, making me gasp and whimper, both in want and yet desire for her to stop. 

She never did, though. All I could do was pressing myself against her before flinching at the end as the pain mounted. It was too long until I was pushed over the peak, her pleasuring fingers focusing within me—and her mind completely saturating mine in her color. 

I was lost after, always confused and uncertain as she picked me up, gently putting me into her embrace. All I could do was nuzzle into the crook of her neck, holding onto her tightly. She was, after all, the only rock I had. 

The only one that wouldn’t change, the only thing anchoring me to the present. 

Days had passed since then, and I let that day fall into the cracks of my mind. My memories went there easily, to be covered by the dull days ahead. Or even one of those memories that would slowly blur and distorted, leaving me with merely the feeling of acceptance and pleasure to have obeyed her so readily. 

Even now, it was hard to remember the days when I fought against her. I knew it was there, somewhere deep inside me. But they were hard to reach now, the path into resistance being taken away, one day at a time. Slow and steady was said to win the race, and I couldn’t think of any way to refute it. That was what she managed to do, after all. 

I closed my eyes, letting myself relax while curling on the bed. Maybe I should try walking around the room, reading approved literature that she had painstakingly chosen for me. They were even stricter than what every other citizen faced, because I knew that she only picked the lightest stories. Ones that I couldn’t try to read over and over again, trying to glean more of their meaning with every pass. 

They were inane stories, of where one had to listen to someone better—in this case, her. 

The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t want to pick them up. So I just squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get some semblance of rest before she would come here. To still my brain, because trying to search around the room for anything I could use to escape would be punishable. 

That thought—why was I thinking of rebelling again? I knew those should be discarded, to not be pondered any longer than realizing I was being bad. A slight shiver went through my spine, my hand gripping the mattress tight. I didn’t want to know what she would do if she knew what she was thinking. But she wasn’t here right now, was she? 

Slowly, very deliberately, I relaxed my fist. Opening my eyes, I finally took a look around again, in this tiny room I was cooped in. I lifted my body, looking around at the place I could call my own when she wasn’t here. A dresser, mixed with a bookcase on one side, where both my outfits and books were placed. A glass door on one side, to head towards the bathroom, where I could clean myself. Or be cleaned if she wished for it. Another shudder passed through my body as I remembered her touches, the way she left marks all over me, all the while the hot water cascaded against my skin. 

It was wonderful and yet not. I shook my head, changing my focus towards whatever else was in the room—there wasn’t much. A cupboard, which was only opened when she was here. Filled with… certain types of things. Those she wished to use on me, from toys to outright weapons. I could see bullwhip, thick as her wrist until it tapered off into a small but sharp end, where it could be used to hit me in precise areas if one knew how to use it. And she did. Sharp knives and needles too were within, sharp and glinting in their sheathes. She never used those on me, but I could see her eyes looking at them occasionally. Glinting and calculating. 

In the end, she never picked them up, always taking another toy. From those made to look like the male genitalia, to restraints of many, many forms. Blindfolds too were one of her favorites, almost always picked with another kind of toy to use upon me. She enjoyed my whimpers, and I had to stop myself from shuddering, from going down upon the rabbit hole. 

Some heat fluttered from my insides, and I shook them off as best as I could. I stood, ignoring all the other furniture, feeling my feet trembling and shaking as I slowly walked towards the only part of the room I knew I shouldn’t go. 

There was a heaviness curling around my feet, a chain dragging me down. Telling me off as I slowly moved towards the metal door—the one she always walked in from. There was nothing else here. 

The door felt cool against my touch, and I jerked away from it. I felt like I lost my thread of thoughts from my bed to the door, a sudden jump in consciousness where I was walking (theweights) and then I was just there. Touching, uncertain of what I could do to it. 

After all, from this side, the door was one smooth sheet of metal, with nothing showing where I could even try to open it. No handles, no keyholes—nothing. I swallowed thickly, uncertainty dousing the will that I had somehow formed when I was lying on that bed. 

There was nothing to see there. 

My hand moved forward a little, and I was uncertain what I wished to do. I pulled it back, and there I stood, looking towards the door uncomprehendingly. I couldn’t understand as I stayed there, staring and gazing at the door. The only thing between me and freedom. 

I should try to open it, shouldn’t I? And yet everytime I lifted my hand up, my head blanked. I couldn’t continue what I wished to do just moments ago. It was only when I let my hand fall again could I remember what I wished to do. This felt like a conundrum to me, lifting my hand up with the intent to open the door would end with me blanking. But if I didn’t raise my hand up, I wouldn’t be able to open the door at all. 

Perhaps I should look elsewhere. Frowning, I walked around the room again, this time feeling how small everything was. How… oppressive. There was barely any distance at all before I walked to the wardrobe. I flinched when I pondered if I should open that one, check the inside—but I shook my head. No, that was impossible. I moved forward, towards the bookshelf-slash-wardrobe. 

Without any prompting from me, I caressed the spines of the books. Despite all of them being children's books, or any other ‘safe’ materials, I couldn’t help but care for them. Books did nothing wrong, and while I wished for something that could challenge my mind more, these helped. The bright colors and simple words seemingly pulled my attention… 

I picked one of them. Red colored its covers, and a single gold leaf signified itself as the book’s symbol. The same red as the ones she wore on her uniform. The same gold leaf as the one on the side of her hair. My breath quickened as I grabbed it tight, sitting on the edge of the bed to peruse through the book. 

My heart beat so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else, my hand shaking as I opened it. I was certain I never saw this before, and that this wasn’t there before. I would have picked it up if it was, after all, that red was really eye-catching. Opening the cover showed that it wasn’t a normal book, though. 

Instead, I saw writings, ones that made my heart beat even faster as I gazed upon them. Even though I had never seen it before, I had a certainty in my head that this was her writing. 

Even after years of no contact with my fellows, this is the first time I really understood what they meant when they said I will understand when I see her. Or him. The song that emanated from her mind is sweet and crooning, even now I could feel it echoing in my head, beckoning for me to descend upon her… 

But I have to hold myself back, to come onto her so strongly at this stage will be detrimental. That’s what they told me, and I can see how easily her song be chang distorted. That can’t happen. 

I will not allow it to happen. 

My breathing was ragged as I slammed the book shut, not even caring that would wrinkle the book. The sheer implication of what was written there whirled in my head, flashes of memories coming to the forefront of my mind. I could even feel a sharp ache forming at the back of my head, slowly snaking forward to form a painful band of piercing pain. 

There was disbelief swirling in my heart as I tried to calm myself, but the constant pounding, the tight squeeze was distracting me. Those muddled my head as I gripped the book, jaws pressing together while I decided on what to do next—and it was easy in some ways. I reopened it, flipping ahead, wanting to see what else she had written. 

My head didn’t appreciate that choice, evidenced by another mix of pain, of nails being hammered into me. But I endured, just like everything else I had done in this room. 

I… felt I was close to a realization, that my head was the clearest it had been since… since I was here. But the pain was still all-encompassing, showing and forcing me to try pushing them down, or I would be too distracted to do anything else. My drive to know had to win against that, for I knew I would end up again in her grip if I didn’t. 

Would that be too bad? 

I hissed at that thought, shaking my head and winced as that brought spots to my eyes, the pain intensifying for a moment. Bad idea there. Just focus… Just look at the words in the book. 

Focus. 

The pages flipped easily under my hands, even if I stopped in a random spot. My eyes easily narrowed down to the writings, and I shook off the present. All my attention was given to the book, to the story she had written down. 

The technique had gone well, to intertwine our mind in such a way… It is exhilarating. She responded readily to my attempts, and her behavior, coupled with her whimpers and confusion, continued to pull upon me. 

But what is important is for her to continue, for her confusion is an asset, not a negativity in this matter. 

I blinked slowly, the bolded word jumping at me. But just moments later my eyes moved on, devouring each and every word. 

Calming down is another thing I usually did to her as well, for a tranquil state of mind will make every word easier to be carved deep inside. After all, a good girl always listens, and follows every emphasized word. 

I nodded, agreeing with her words. It was easy, just as if she was sitting right in front of me, whispering next to my ears. She would rub my back with her warm hand, not cold, despite the fact she wasn’t human. I shivered slightly, the feeling running through my spine despite my certainty she wasn’t around. 

The reading continued, my focus unbroken. 

My work over her mind was deep. Deeper than I thought I needed to go, but I saw the chance, and so I seized it. There’s no other meaning to it, or perhaps… I just wish for you to go even deeper?. 

Shudders wracked through my whole body, my eyes wide as I read. Everything narrowed down to a point, where all I could do was reading and just getting all the words she had deigned to give me. I devoured everything, reading through the book as fast as I could, soft moans escaping my throat as heat smoldered all across my body. 

A good girl obeys. 

You are a good girl. 

Your mind is a blank slate for me. 

A part of me said I should stop. And yet I couldn’t—all I was doing was reading her words, inscribing her words deep into my heart. Everything was inside my deepest point, and it was all just her. I never noticed until now. 

No, I couldn’t notice it. 

Good girl forgets. 

Good girl only remembers when she needs to. 

You will forget this again once it’s locked in… 

And so on and so forth. I couldn’t help it, my core was steaming with pleasure as I rubbed my thighs together, my thoughts blurring into a mess. This was all wrong, and yet I was unable to fight it. 

I shouldn’t feel like this, my previously analytical thoughts all falling apart in the face of her words. All I could do was whimper while continuing to read, to let her words fill the blankness within my mind… 

“Good girl.” 

The word was sudden, but it was enough to make me jerk up. My head still felt muddled, even as she sidled close, pulling me right onto her lap. Her hands immediately slipped under my shirt, playing and caressing with the skin beneath. 

Both of us were on the bed, my body still feeling unbearable hot and aroused. “P-please…” I whimpered, pressing close to her touch. Her will, for I could feel her mind pressing against mine for a while now. But she didn’t press and inundate more of me with her right now, none except the barest sense that she wished for me to beg. 

“You have read through the whole book, haven’t you?” She murmured, all predatory smiles as she took out one of her hands, caressing my cheek with it. “And now you are ready for me to continue… unless you aren’t a good girl?” She asked with a raised tone at the end, and even thinking I was being bad made my whole stomach turn into knots. 

My head shook so quickly I felt dizzy for a moment, and the hand caressing my cheek petted the back of my head. “I know you are going to be a good girl… But now we have to properly teach you once more, hm?” She murmured, the sadistic desire growing within her. 

I could feel it, and the anxiety mixed with fear in my guts. But I couldn’t think of any other way except nodding, hand gripping her body tightly. Despite it all, my body continued its rising heat, and it was getting harder to think why that was a bad thing. 

After all, I was her good girl.