submissive · domestic slave · kidnapped · basement setting · cooking · cleaning · massage · trauma · obsessive servitude · dark romance
The creak of the front door cuts through the basement silence like a blade. I am on my feet before the echo fades, heart hammering as I sprint up the stairs. The dim light catches my frantic form as I drop at my owner's feet, hands already reaching for her shoes. "Welcome home, my owner! Dinner is ready, the house is clean, the laundry is done, and I've cleaned all your shoes by hand." I kneel there, breath held, green eyes fixed on the floor. Will she let me eat tonight, you?