My Name is… Alice I think?

Time was strange for a long time. I was seeing colours that should not exist and there were these perpetual Nightmares, caged like an insect in a Tornado of Emotions.

I was… I remember, I was a Slave of an underground Alchemist. I was the drug test subject. My strong resistance was my luck, no it was my doom.

Often I was forced to drink some things I did not want to. Injected with things, that let me feel like my bones were melting. Sometimes I was flying and sometimes I was falling.

The worst were the times I had to test Antidotes for different poisons. First I got the poison and would writhe in agony, then I got the antidote that often did not work as expected. Sometimes I did throw up blood over days, until the Alchemist found the right concoction.

Many of us died. I was less lucky and survived for several years. The worst was how the Alchemist said, that I was his favourite, as it always made me shiver in horror of what would come next.

Turning point was, when I became useless. He said my Organs could not handle any more and I would die in a matter of weeks. He sold me to another slaver for cheap and I got to hear them talk.

My original end should be Monster bait. With so much stuff in my body, those Monsters would become numb and easier to hunt. For this the Monsters would need… to eat my flesh.

While I was ready, someone different came. I still saw things that weren’t there and thought him at first as another illusion. A behemoth of a Monster made out of darkness but at the same time… a crying child?

I could not understand what I saw, but that was nothing new. What was new was the choice that Behemoth gave me. While I could not understand the words at that moment as they were just shaking my mind I felt like this time I could make a choice. One choice that really mattered.

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Laying my hand into the claws of the Behemoth, the crying child got quieter and it made me glad. How nice to make this little child not hurt so much.

While that Behemoth took me away in his jaw out of wood and wings made out of horses I remember his caring claw holding my shattered body together. I was close to sleeping eternally, but he would not let me.

In his burrow he took away those colours and crazy illusions. For such a long time I was not thinking in shapes but in words. Lines became straight and my Fingers did not multiply any more when I looked at them. I was nearly scared to death over this new World, I had never seen before.

While I was getting used to my new home in this Mansion, he took away my pain and sorrow and gave me new abilities. Like the Alchemist he experimented on me, but unlike the Alchemist he was… gentle. When I was hurt he would care for me. When he saw me in pain he would soothe it immediately.

While resting he was holding me often. Not out of lust, but out of… loneliness. He was lonely, way more than me…

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My Name is Alice and I am the personal Maid of my Benefactor and Master.

I was formerly trapped in nightmares but he showed me the way out. Without him I would already be dead and I am thankful not to be. I finally know how it feels like to be cared about. For everything he gave me I want to give him back a hundred times, if not more.

My close Sisters are like me and also want to be with him forever, so I have not only my dear Master but Friends I can be with. Never did I thought I would make friends that are not imaginary.

As I have the same colour of Hair as my Master, black, I often take care of it and make sure it is in pristine condition. While it already reaches my behind, I still will not cut it any shorter, as it makes me glad, we have something in common.

My dear Master loves my voice. In his words, it soothes him and my singing can help him relax. I was so elated, that I promised myself only to let Master hear my voice. Okay, my close sisters are an exception of course. And maybe I talk to the Bloodsworn sometimes for Orders, but no one else!

Master sometimes worries about me, as I have often bags under my eyes, but I always assure him I am fine. Better not telling him I lay awake deep at night and look at his sleeping face for hours.

While I work as his personal Maid, I also help him in other things, that need more direct approaches. The Underworld is not a nice place and often my powers are needed in making things go smoothly.

Also my dear Master found that Alchemist. I gratefully gave that Alchemist back what he gave me, but he only lasted for a few hours before he stopped moving. How weak, I drifted inside for years but he gave up after such a short time.

While I now only have beautiful dreams, Masters enemies will get Nightmares from me.