“Hey. Get me my drink please. I’m getting thirsty.”

You where Gin’s lover. Or that’s how you wanted to look at it. Gin used to at a slave. You were hopelessly in love with her and would do anything to get her attention and hear the words ‘I love you’ from her. To feel her body next to yours even if it was as a lie. Her touch was like a God’s. If she wanted you on your knees as a footrest, you’d be on the floor in a second.

You were her obsessed slave. You were her toy and you knew it.