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Silence filled the room.
At some point, I had sat down on my bed, holding the Good Friend plush in my hands.
“I..”
Longing filled the depths of his aching heart.
He wanted that feeling of satisfaction and safety that came from letting go.
That came from letting a Dom command him.
…
But did Braun necessarily have to be that Dom? He's a Darkness entity. Sure, he can give commands but.. Braun doesn't really know human limits.
What if he makes me do something I don't want to?
Can I really trust him?
Throughout my thinking, Braun remained silent. Seemingly waiting for my response.
The silence stretched on, until I finally gave my answer.
“I'm okay.”
‘I'll just ask the Chief to help me for the time being.’
— …
A more suffocating sort of silence filled the room.
One I couldn't help but feel a soul chilling fear over.
— Ah. But Mr. Roe Deer, won't finding him in such a.. vulnerable state, be ill advised?
“...”
— Your pesky roommate could be out there and give you a command before you least expect it!
Ah.. right.
‘Good thinking.’
— !!!
‘I'll just text Chief Lizard and ask him to come over.’
— …
Taking out my phone, I searched my contacts.
But before I could even type the first word, my phone flew to the other side of the room.
BAM
“...”
— …
— Oh dear!! Your phone just broke! I suppose you can't message that lizard now.
‘…’
“Braun..”
— Yes?
Biting my inner lip nervously for a brief moment, I cast my gaze away from my phone and to the pink plush bunny in my hand.
It looked innocent.
I knew it wasn't.
“Don't throw my phone away like that again.”
— …
Sigh
I put Braun on the nightstand on the makeshift bed I made him and stood up.
Once I reached my phone, I assessed the damage.
Just a crack. Still functional.
Phew..
Now, how do I approach Braun?
“...”
He isn't saying anything.
Is he angry?
“Braun.. I know you want to, but..”
— But you don't trust this Good Friend of yours to not take advantage of you?
‘…’
— Is this what our friendship truly amounts to, Soleum? I understand your fears better than anyone ever could. There is none better suited than me to help you in matters such as these.
“...”
As much as there's a part of me that wants to give in, there's also a bigger part of me that knows that Braun really isn't to be trusted.
Is it really a coincidence that I need a Dom after all these months of practically being one myself?
Is it a coincidence that Braun was the first to give me Praise that made me react oddly, leading to this?
But the longer I sit here, thinking. The stronger the thoughts of wanting to be praised for being good by Braun grew.
The Good Friend in question seemed to realize my fear was losing to my needs slowly but surely.
He gave the final push.
— We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Perhaps you can craft a script of how you wish for this whole thing to go?
“..!”
— This Braun is a Talk Show Host, after all! I'm really good at following a script and improvising only if the need arises!
“A script..”
This gave me an idea.