Thank You
You are fuming! Your bro Jensen has decided to go to that lame DnD live party rather than go cruising for some chicks with you and the guys. You notice a guy wearing some old clothes and decide to approach him.
āHey, twerp! Youāre one of those DnDers?ā
āWell, weāre⦠uh⦠weāre doing an LARPG Call of Cthulhu, today, but..; Yes?ā You fail to notice he is only faking being intimidated, and somewhat poorly at that.
āYou know Jensen? I need him ASAP.ā You think about it for a few seconds. āYou know what? Iām coming with you.ā
He nods, a bit of sweat but a mischievous smile on his face. He brings you towards a house you can swear was modern-looking a few days ago but now looks like an old manor. āThatās not very fantasy⦠More horror-like.ā You say, trying to rile him up. He laughs. āOf course, Cthulhu is a horror game! You know, Iām sure there is one genre of RPG you would like. Ever wanted to be the survivor in a zombie apocalypse? A gangster gaining more turf? A cyborg kicking down aliens?ā I slap him and ignore his look of pure wrath.
You miss the fact people seem to completely ignore the house and even walk across the street to no pass in front of it.
When you and the nerd enter the main room. It is surprisingly empty and there are some cobwebs in corners. The little shit sits against a chair that seems to just be there. āYouāre not going to thank me?ā
You spit in his direction. āDoes that work as a thanks to you, asshole?!ā you ājokeā. Something about his posture is too relaxed for your comfort. He should be scared of you like all the other geeks! How the fuck did Jensen ended up hanging out with them?
The geek smiles like you fell into a trap. āWorks for me.ā You get close to him, ready to punch him, when suddenly-
Why would you want to hit your Master? Instead, you get on your knees and crawl towards him.
He smirks, checking his new propriety with his eyes. He seems to be satisfied and signals to you that you can stand up. He starts walking and you silently follow him. You never realized how cute boys can be. And he is so very handsome.
You two enter a room where plenty of other guys and women are sitting wearing clothes of the 1920ās. How do you know itās from this period? You would have usually simply called those grandparentās clothes.
Jensen is wearing a mobster suit and smoking a cigare when he sees you. "Roderick? Alf, what did you do to one of my bro?ā
Your Master isnāt ashamed at all. āThe little fly was insulting me, thinking it would get me to follow his orders. I couldnāt let it pass. Donāt worry, Iāll give him to you once we are finished with todayās fun and heāll be a very submissive ābroā who will be happy to follow you anywhere, isnāt that right, Roderick?ā
You hated people not calling you Rob, but you donāt care anymore. You simply smile. āAnything you want me to do, Master. I owe you that.ā
Jensen sighs and mutters something you canāt hear. Instead, you feel thoughts coming from your Master. You let them override you and present yourself to the group of investigators your Master has summoned to understand what is haunting his new manor. āHello, I am Philippe AndrĆ©. I am Mister Ashleyās humble servant. Do you have any luggage I should bring to your rooms?ā
One of the female guests, you think sheās called Amelia Smith and is a renowned medium, calls to you. āDonāt worry about it, Philippe. We can take care of it.ā For some reason, you feel the need to thank the guests the most possible. āThank you for your sympathy, Miss Smith, but I am your humble servant. I donāt mind doing menial chores for your comfort.ā
A worried-looking Alastair Muroe, a criminal you didnāt want coming, sends you a suitcase you hadnāt noticed before and tells you to go away fast. You obey, ignoring the snickers the guests exchange between them.



















