she pushed her horse and rode as if being followed. melding with the magnificient creature as if they were one. stopping along the way to sleep and then eat ...pushing until arriving in that familiar place where they were both sired. they had not been home for ages but it was where they could go, where she could rest and heal from the things that constantly haunt her.
they entered the barn where she tended to the horse. gently, skillfully attending to all of the horses needs. only after the horse was completely attended to she turned and walked towards the house. the house was hers her parents had died when she was younger much younger and her uncle had provided for her. the house was much bigger than her needs so she pulled out the key which hung between her beautiful breasts and after pulling the chain over her head she put the key in the lock and turned it.
she walked in down the hall, up to the stairs disturbing all the dust as she walked...and slowly she ascended the stairs one by one...until she got to the top and then used the key once more to open the door into the top rooms.
she lit a fire and began to undress the layers of clothes she currently wore. slowly peeling off all of it....she reached for her dressing gown and wrapped it around her slim body.
searching through her bag she found the bread and cheese that she had saved from an earlier meal that day. as she sat and ate and relaxed feeling the heat from the fire warm her bones she caught sight of herself in the reflection of a mirror. she was surprised and startled at the eyes that looked back at her.
sitting back in her chair she let her mind drift slowly over the past few years. seemed a life time but the man she now ran from had shown her great things about life and about herself and now......she needed space and time.
she thought she must be getting really tired because it seemed that the walls in front of her...around the fireplace was starting to have letters moving around. once the movement stopped she saw her experiences the ones that had scared her start to be written on the wall like pages of a journal. before her appeared and account of her experiences with her Master line after line just like the pages of the journal that sat in the bottom of her knapsack. as line after line appeared she read along...remembering the times with her Master. and soon she was floating watching the words form themselves and watching them be replaced and as the words kept coming she found herself floating and finally she closed her eyes and gave in.