Annabel hated the fact that Mackie showed up in her dreams more often than before. She found it hard to believe that he flirted with one and ran after another.
How much more of a Playboy could he be?.
She thought as she laid there cold and half clothed with her Master sleeping so soundly that she could hear him snore.
The moon was out and it meant it was time for her to sleep. She was certain he would show up again.
How was she supposed to let him go when he kept showing up in her dreams whenever she was sick? How was she supposed to let him go when he still held onto her?.
Can you just stop being nice to me Mackie, please.
She screamed in her head.
She had to do something about it, about him fast and quick, before she gets more attached to him again.
She knew it wouldn't be wise to fall deeply in love with someone whom belonged to someone else, it would only get more hurting and complicated for her in the end.
