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The voice hummed in a low and questioning tone. The being was obviously surprised that this little creature was still on the same spot.
He felt the hum. He groaned quietly. He hoped that the voice didn't notice it.
If even a small noise like this could cause such a reaction, was it really the best choice?
He felt the vibrations of the deep and assertive voice in his whole body.
Should he really do it? Could he even do it? He felt a slight knot in his stomach. An invisible tug, but he wasn't sure in which direction.
It meant to be free, to think for himself. He could finally do what he wanted.
But did he even know what he wanted? Wasn't it better to be told what to do?
He thought about it.
As he thought about it, he imagined how it would be to be free from this being, from this voice. He could never listen to this voice ever again, how it speaks with its deep timbre and confidence. How it echoes in his mind and how his body reacts to it. How his body vibrates everytime it makes a sound.
There was a reaction in his mind, like a spark.
He bit his lip.
He was tempted to ignore the opportunity. But wasn't it stupid? Everybody wants to be free, to do what they want, right?
If he ignored the opportunity, it would have to be selfless and voluntary, otherwise his whole existence would be a torment that would never end.
Every time the creature spoke to him or even just made a noise, his ears automatically perked up. It just happened.
Selfless and voluntary servitude.
To others this may sounded like hell but the thought of it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if he should be glad or disappointed by himself.
Maybe he was just made to serve a dominant being.
He grinned.
He turned around on the metal footbridge, turned his back on nature and freedom.
He slowly lowered his body. Now he was kneeling on the cold and sturdy metal.
He knew what he was destined to do: To serve.
To be more precise:
To serve him.
The voice chuckled.