Age Recommendation: 18+
A tiny faery writes a love letter to her human, about how they first met.
My Master,
I never really asked for this, you know.
It's your fault that this is what I've become. The humming your ear, the early mornings and late nights. This is what you turned me into, what you demanded that I become. You have no one to blame except yourself.
I don't hate you for it.
This is what I am now, what I love, what I want, what I fucking crave.
I was so very innocent when you caught me. Did you know that? I had never even heard the word `sex' until you came along and ruined everything about me, making me into this slutty thing.
It wasn't that I was somehow immature. I wasn't innocent because I wasn't all grown up. No, that'd be just foul. It was because I was on my own, always on my own.
When you caught me, you told me that you'd never seen a faery before. Not that I could understand a damn word you were saying at the time. I was mostly just shitting myself because some giant thing had me in their hands and had torn one of my wings catching me.
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