Exactly 100 words and written for the Strange Obsession Challenge.
It was a simple object; black with a faint unpleasant odour and it was only made from cotton, but, to Bella, it was majestic. Clutched in her left hand, she reverently stroked the material like she had done since she had found the object. No other similar item would hold her attention, but this did for one obvious reason: It was the Dark Lord's.
Smiling to herself, she bent down and pressed her lips to the sock.
She could feel his power reverberating off the object and she smiled.
It was the closest she would get to touching her Master.