Alone in the Darkness

After the traditional greeting, Arta leaded me to the cellar of her home. She told me that I had to create one more script for a door. But, at this time, the door was a circle shape. She had mentioned that she was busy this evening. I remembered. I also remembered that turning object was not easy. I had read about it a bit. I supposed that I would be busy for at least two weeks. Maybe, it would be an easy work for a scripter, but I am far from the scripters.

I accepted that my Mistress did not want to use me. But, I was despaired of this boring work. ((You can imagine how difficult it could be to read of scripting after a working day not having anything in common with programming.)) Besides, I felt useless. I knew I was indeed useless for my Mistress. I do not like to play chess. I am unable to solve Rubic's cube. I am not a scripter. What is the use of me? Yes, I sometimes serve drink. I kiss her feet. I sometimes massage her feet. But, that is all what I can do.

I suggested to sell me and to buy a new slave. A slave who is clever and who does everything I do not. I had felt good with my Mistress. But, recently, I felt that I was bothering Arta. I knew that I could not return her time she had spent with me. I just hoped to return her money she had given me. I hoped that a slave offering a month of slavery came out at nice amount of money.

She let me out of the cellar and gave me a free hour. I was struggling with my tears. I did not show my emotes at all. She told me to change my outfit. I did so. I knew I was slow. I could see only shapes through my filled with tears eyes. I did not cry. I held myself. She allowed me to wear shoes. She had never allowed it before. I was so confused that I was unable to find that wonderful pair of shoes, which she had given me.

None of my friends was online. I teleported to the mountains of the place called Collar Me. I ran out of the shop where I arrived. I ran to the hills and there I cried out alone. I was staring at the valley, crying. I felt alone with my pain. There was nobody to talk to.


I went toward. I visited two parks. I saw couples talking and feeling good. I felt despaired ultimately.

I went to Sir Bela's shop to look at the advertisement boards. They looked nice. The other model was really beautiful.

Then I decided to go to Sir Bela's house. He has a bar, which gives drinks. I wanted to get some drinks. One of the few things I am able to do is serving drinks. I thought it was a good idea to have them. I had asked if I could get drinks from the bar and Sir Bela was so good to allow it.

Suddenly, I received an IM from my Mistress. She asked if I was at Sir Bela's home and she also asked what I was doing. I told her that I was going for drinks. She asked me if I am a thief, who steals from her former owner. I understood Arta, suddenly. She had such opinion of me. It was no wonder if she did not want to be with me.

I got the drinks and went home to sleep. My Mistress hugged me before sleeping. I could not fall asleep for a while. I was wondering about the following days, which I would spend alone, in a cellar, writing scripts. I knew it was the best I deserved.