It came to pass that I was given servants.
These were your servants, but I was to lead them, to find your brother for you. They were the Gung-Ho Guns.
One of these servants went by the title Midvalley the Hornfreak.
Midvalley was a saxophone player. As I have before stated, I have an avid interest in musical people, and although Midvalley was undoubtedly human, he intrigued me.
You must understand my captivation, Master. He was simply beautiful, and his eyes held something haunted and unseen.
He had a dark past.
I wanted to know it, to know HIM, for he was the one human I felt comfortable. Comfortable enough to touch him, and let him touch me in return when I permitted.
I wanted him. He knew this, and he played his games with me. I let him, for his games were most stimulating.
After a time, I took from him what I could. He gave himself to me straightforwardly; he had been a known lover to many-a town, as most professional musicians are, and it was most satisfying.
Please, Master, don't think I was betraying you, you must understand, it was you I wanted.
But it was he I took. I speak truth, Master when I tell you how delectable he really is.
You should have tried him.
You would have enjoyed him.
Occasionally, Master, you would do things to me that you would make me promise not to speak of, but I will speak of it now.
Sometimes you would take me into your sleeping quarters and perform on me what you would. You were sadistic, but I have to admit to you that I enjoyed every slap, hit and damage alighting me.
Then you would make me beg, on my knees, and I would beg, and kiss your fingers, and on occasions if I thought it would please you I wept.
Sometimes I purposely irritated you so you would do it more often.
Don't be upset by this, Master. Here is my explanation. Your absolute divinity was purging me of the humanity I had left.
I gave you what you wanted, and in return you would give me what I wanted.
Unfortunately, after you would perform the sexual and violent acts you wished to, you would never hold me. I wished you would hold me like you would when I was a sickly fourteen year old, but you never did.
And always afterwards you would mention your brother. This would fill me with utmost hatred. After I had satisfied you, or so it seemed, you would implore me once again for your brother.
Afterwards I would go to Midvalley.
He did not enjoy being punished as much as I did.
He struggled against it, and it frustrated me.
It could not be helped that I was angry.
His kind made me that way.
I began to be kinder to him, letting it be almost a natural human relationship, but once it seemed too human, I again would reprimand him.
He hated this.
He would battle against me, but even though he was strong, I was stronger.
I had powers; he had naught.
This brought him to detest me. This I did not mind; so long as Midvalley was mine, I did not care if he loathed me.
It excited me.
I felt powerful, as if your definitive divinity seeped into my blood during one of your sessions.
I was his Master as you were mine.
My power went to my head, however. He once brought a gun to my head when he believed me to be helpless. I never told you of this, for it was embarrassing to me that I lost reign of my servant.
I punished him.
He was sent, like all the other Gung-Ho Guns, to fetch your brother.
His plan backfired, and he was killed.
This brought to me an emotion unfelt since the death of my sister.
I hated the people who did this to him.
I hated your brother.
These were your servants, but I was to lead them, to find your brother for you. They were the Gung-Ho Guns.
One of these servants went by the title Midvalley the Hornfreak.
Midvalley was a saxophone player. As I have before stated, I have an avid interest in musical people, and although Midvalley was undoubtedly human, he intrigued me.
You must understand my captivation, Master. He was simply beautiful, and his eyes held something haunted and unseen.
He had a dark past.
I wanted to know it, to know HIM, for he was the one human I felt comfortable. Comfortable enough to touch him, and let him touch me in return when I permitted.
I wanted him. He knew this, and he played his games with me. I let him, for his games were most stimulating.
After a time, I took from him what I could. He gave himself to me straightforwardly; he had been a known lover to many-a town, as most professional musicians are, and it was most satisfying.
Please, Master, don't think I was betraying you, you must understand, it was you I wanted.
But it was he I took. I speak truth, Master when I tell you how delectable he really is.
You should have tried him.
You would have enjoyed him.
Occasionally, Master, you would do things to me that you would make me promise not to speak of, but I will speak of it now.
Sometimes you would take me into your sleeping quarters and perform on me what you would. You were sadistic, but I have to admit to you that I enjoyed every slap, hit and damage alighting me.
Then you would make me beg, on my knees, and I would beg, and kiss your fingers, and on occasions if I thought it would please you I wept.
Sometimes I purposely irritated you so you would do it more often.
Don't be upset by this, Master. Here is my explanation. Your absolute divinity was purging me of the humanity I had left.
I gave you what you wanted, and in return you would give me what I wanted.
Unfortunately, after you would perform the sexual and violent acts you wished to, you would never hold me. I wished you would hold me like you would when I was a sickly fourteen year old, but you never did.
And always afterwards you would mention your brother. This would fill me with utmost hatred. After I had satisfied you, or so it seemed, you would implore me once again for your brother.
Afterwards I would go to Midvalley.
He did not enjoy being punished as much as I did.
He struggled against it, and it frustrated me.
It could not be helped that I was angry.
His kind made me that way.
I began to be kinder to him, letting it be almost a natural human relationship, but once it seemed too human, I again would reprimand him.
He hated this.
He would battle against me, but even though he was strong, I was stronger.
I had powers; he had naught.
This brought him to detest me. This I did not mind; so long as Midvalley was mine, I did not care if he loathed me.
It excited me.
I felt powerful, as if your definitive divinity seeped into my blood during one of your sessions.
I was his Master as you were mine.
My power went to my head, however. He once brought a gun to my head when he believed me to be helpless. I never told you of this, for it was embarrassing to me that I lost reign of my servant.
I punished him.
He was sent, like all the other Gung-Ho Guns, to fetch your brother.
His plan backfired, and he was killed.
This brought to me an emotion unfelt since the death of my sister.
I hated the people who did this to him.
I hated your brother.