[RL with Jezebel] [Backdated]
Radu opened his eyes.
It was a strange feeling, to open his eyes, to move, to do anything without being commanded to do it by an outside force. There had been many times over the last couple of months when he had simply lain for hours or days, unable to move, because his master Dietrich's will had commanded it and then his attention had wandered from Radu.
Radu had suffered, but now, amazingly, he was free.
His memories of the last week were fuzzy but there. As he sat up and looked around, pulling back the bedsheets, he sorted through them. He remembered a human, a human he didn't know, but who he had apparently been in love with. He had engaged in the most carnal pleasures with that human, and his skin crawled at the thought.
He rose from the bed and reached for his clothing, dressing quickly. He had little time, he figured, before Dietrich's hold would close about him again. In the meantime, he had to discover the true identity of his fictional 'husband' and figure out what to do before he lost control of his body again.
He strode past piles of books and to the door, then paused. What lay beyond that door? He had only the vaguest of ideas. But he knew that there were only humans here - or mostly. With a grimace, he grabbed the doorknob and pulled, opening the door and striding out.
It was a strange feeling, to open his eyes, to move, to do anything without being commanded to do it by an outside force. There had been many times over the last couple of months when he had simply lain for hours or days, unable to move, because his master Dietrich's will had commanded it and then his attention had wandered from Radu.
Radu had suffered, but now, amazingly, he was free.
His memories of the last week were fuzzy but there. As he sat up and looked around, pulling back the bedsheets, he sorted through them. He remembered a human, a human he didn't know, but who he had apparently been in love with. He had engaged in the most carnal pleasures with that human, and his skin crawled at the thought.
He rose from the bed and reached for his clothing, dressing quickly. He had little time, he figured, before Dietrich's hold would close about him again. In the meantime, he had to discover the true identity of his fictional 'husband' and figure out what to do before he lost control of his body again.
He strode past piles of books and to the door, then paused. What lay beyond that door? He had only the vaguest of ideas. But he knew that there were only humans here - or mostly. With a grimace, he grabbed the doorknob and pulled, opening the door and striding out.