Quen Nyng
Sometimes I wonderÂ…Quietly I sit there. Observing. Waiting. Oh how I long to do your bidding, beloved Master. How I long for your arrival. I must be prepared.
I though I would transcend from this existence when I chose to be your servant. When I was chosen. And I did, but not in the way I expected. Agmeklxl, mhgmegoch qliikmeb. AmenoMENOGHAQHEMEÂ…. NO. No. I cannot. I must think of my familiHIGIghehehe... NO. Oh beloved master I serve thee unquestioningly, but I must stay sane. I need to stay tethered to reality. I MUST NOT LOSE MYSELF. The price is too high. And how can I serve you otherwise?
I see things now.
Sometimes I wonder why I chose this path...