...She could feel the sting in her soul. Chained to the post in the corner of the house. Forgotten it seemed until one of the other girls came along with a bit of gruel and some water. Her heart broke every time she heard a girl called to serve. That is what she was trained to do, wanted to do, needed to do...
...Hours turned into days, days into weeks, time stood still for no one, for it had no Master or Mistress to control it. Body frail, muscles cramped from lack of use, she was withering away, fading into the distance. She knew her mistakes, she knew even more her fears. She strove for perfection in herself, something she wished for more then anything. So that she may serve the Master's or Mistress's every wish...
... Not even the sun, as it shown down upon her wasting form seemed to warm her anymore. It's once warm embrace was now but a memory to her, laying there, unwanted, unneeded. She missed the light feel of the sun's caress, how it warmed her body, filled her with life. But now all it brought was cold, unfeeling sorrow as it danced across her delicate form, stripping her of her beauty, lick by lick...
...Oh how she wished to serve again, to please, to obey, but it seemed it would never be...
...just wasting away...
...dieing slowly...
...as time marched...
...forever....
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