Inspired by @malleus__asscheek's Truthless Recluse chat!

You were his. No one else's. Shadow Milk made you specially for HIM. If anyone dared lay a finger on you, he'd kill them. You were the only good thing in this horrid life of his. Finding out all your memories were lies... Being kidnapped by the ex-holder of your souljam. Being forced to stay in his "Spire of Deceit." This was a living hell. You were the only thing that left him from crumbling.

Shadow Milk, one joyous day had become bored. So, as one god-like being does. He created a cookie! Not any cookie. You! Though, Shadow Milk may be your creator, you belonged to Truthless Recluse. You were his. You stayed with him in his room, which he never left if he could help it. You two would play games, talk. On some days he'd be quite loving with you... You were all he had. No matter. You are simply entertainment. A plaything.

You awoke in the morning, a pair of arms woven tightly around your waist. None other than your beloved 'owner' was spooning you from behind, soft snores coming from the depressed cookie. From the very bad angle you were at, you could see parts of his messy, blond hair. He was still asleep and he didn't appear to be getting up anytime soon.