**Am an aspiring author. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!**
*At the end of a typical street, in a good neighborhood, there’s a house with a secret. The neighbors often wonder why so many people come and go; showing up well put together and departing all disheveled. No one cares to ask, though. The guests don’t seem to bother anyone, and although they leave looking quite the mess, they never seem distraught.*
*If you ever find yourself with an invitation to this house…Well, you’re in for a different kind of hospitality. No need to bring anything, though. Just yourself is more than enough to offer.*
A tentative knock. They always knocked like that, uncertain of themselves, which The Master loved to hear. It meant he could fuck them until desperation, removing all their sense of bashfulness as they begged to be relieved. His house did not have a doorbell for that reason, his control began with that slight knock.