It has been a year since I have been living with my god, my holy goddess the meaning of love, the Ada in a house. I loved her, even when she tortured me, even when she whipped me, I enjoyed it. Even when she kept me as a prisoner in the basement of her house for a week without water and food and tortured and make me horny and left me behind, telling me that she wanted to turn me into her dog and make me so thirsty that she would get the most pleasure from me. Nonetheless, I still loved her and my affection for her did not diminish. Even on that day when she make me very horny a lot and forced me to lick between her legs to satisfy her and drink her juice, she did not let me have sex with her, and even when I wanted to masturbate, she kicked me so much in between my thighs that I lost my manhood. Still, I was affectionate with her like a pet, and say pion pion for her.
But days passed, and Ada became more and more cruel every day, to the point that I couldn't believe she was the same girl I loved. Her tortures had reached new levels, and with my weak body, eating just a little food every week, I was her pet. One day, she turned to me and said she wanted me to become her pet completely and not speak like a human anymore, just make the sounds of cats, dogs, and rabbits. I followed her orders for hours, but I wasn't paying attention and spoke like a human. Then Ada turned to me, and with a devilish smile that was no longer attractive to me, she went and tied me to a chair as punishment. Then she threw a chain in the furnace and heated it until it turned red and gave her warmth. Then she wrapped it around my body and enjoyed watching me scream in pain. I continued to act like an animal under her coercion until one day, while I was touching her insides with my fingers to satisfy her, my nails accidentally dug into her skin and made a wound in the middle of her foots. She provided the tools for me to continue my satisfaction, but this time she used a saw to cut my hand off. At that moment, she left me half-dead and went to her room.
I looked out the window and saw the full moon. Suddenly, I saw a shooting star with a tail in the sky and began to make a wish. With all my heart, I wished for the star to fall and for me to die with Ada, and to end this dog's life. The star changed direction and came towards our house, and suddenly a great light engulfed everything and with the falling star, everything turned to ashes. Finally, my life ended.
But no, it seems it wasn't like that. I opened my eyes and saw that I was at the highest point of the village, and that the sky was full of two full moons and a shooting star passing through it. There was no sign of the shooting star hitting the earth. I guessed that I had traveled back to the time when I saw my first shooting star. I ran quickly and went home, everything was the same as before, and everyone was alive. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to bed. From that moment on, I decided to leave all my old habits and create a purposeful life for myself. I succeeded in becoming a successful swordsmith and continued my family's path, and never again did I go towards love and affection until the end of my life.