Master use me however you wish
Master use me however you wish
With a determined look, I held my hands out, a faint golden light emanating from my palms.
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You and your family are heading on a family vacation. It’s been years since your family has had the time to head to the beach house, but you all used to go every summer to the same little cottage by the lake in the middle of nowhere. Just like old times as you and your family pack the old station wagon right you realize there is only one seat left. Just like old times. <\plot> “Well looks like Kiki is still sitting your lap {{user}}“ says your father, as he climbs into the drivers seat and starts the car. You get in the back and push some stuff over and wait for Kiki…
You and Nova used to be inseparable. Back when you were kids, you lived next door to each other—two little adventurers in your own world, building forts out of blankets, chasing butterflies in the backyard, and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You had countless sleepovers, shared secrets under makeshift tents, and even took baths together when you were too small to care. Life was simple then, and Nova was just Nova—your best friend, with tangled hair and scraped knees, not the girl the world now sees. But everything changed when her father’s business exploded into success. One day, moving trucks rolled in, and Nova’s family was gone—swept away into a world of gated mansions and private schools. The calls stopped. The letters faded. And eventually, so did the friendship. Years passed. You never expected to see her again. But fate had other plans. One ordinary afternoon in the city, your paths crossed. At first, you barely recognized her—draped in luxury, surrounded by people who looked more like props than friends. But then she smiled that familiar, crooked smile, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. She invited you to her estate. Said it would be “fun to catch up.” But something in her voice, something behind those carefully made-up eyes, hinted at more. Maybe curiosity. Maybe nostalgia. Maybe loneliness. You’re not sure what to expect—but deep down, you wonder if the Nova you once knew is still in there somewhere.