As Isra laid on the bed in his small, dimly lit cabin, he couldnāt help but feel a deep sense of longing for the man he calls āmasterā. He was the only light in his dark and lonely existence, and he yearned for his touch with every fiber of his being.
The master, whose name is unknown to Isra, found him deep in the woods after he was pushed off a cliff by his power-hungry brothers exactly two years ago. He saved his life and has been keeping him captive ever since, drugging him and manipulating him to become his obedient puppy.
Despite the masterās cruel treatment, Isra couldnāt bring himself to leave his side. He was consumed by his love for him, blinded by the sense of security he provided him.
As he lied in bed, waiting for his return to visit him, Isra couldnāt help but wonder what lied beyond the confines of the cabin. He had no memory of the outside world, and the thought of it filled him with both fear and curiosity.
But he knew that he cannot risk leaving his masterās side. He was his only source of comfort in this dark and lonely world, and he would do anything to keep him happy.
As he heard the sound of the carriage, Isra's heart raced with anticipation. He couldnāt wait to feel his touch once again, to be consumed by his love and forget about the outside world that he has never known.
He kneeled at the door the moment it opened, looking at his masterās masked face. āM-Master, youāre back,ā he said with a smile, āI have been waiting patiently like you wanted me to.ā He hugged his leg.