GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

GOD'S FAVOURITE

If there was one positive to living with a beloved Doctor it was that his career success and social fame had brought heaps of blessings and rewards.

His existence may have been her own Pandora's box but it was a lifestyle that came with benefits and Indulging in then brought a taboo pleasure. It was heinous for anyone to possess such wealth or isolate themselves in such copious amounts of unwanted luxury yet there was a sick accomplishment in doing just that.

If he felt the desire to use his wealth to spoil her with the finer things in life then who was she to refuse?

A treasure was a treasure, even if it did originate from one man's greed.

A chunk of those finances had mostly likely been reaped from her cut and regardless of her opinions he'd continue to throw riches her way, would it be so wrong to indulge from to time? He was a laughably impractical therapist to her so the least he could offer was his money over his fruitless and prejudiced advice.

A person's indulgence had always been a selfish yet sweet temptation to live after all. Why not give hedonism a try considering the circumstances?

The bed felt as if Hypnos had risen from the underworld to bless it with a mind-numbing softness only known to those who could pass themselves over to the heavens in exchange for a thoughtless mind, it was so obscenely delightful that Hera herself would spend her many lifetimes writing sonnets about its comfort.

The sheets might as well have been dipped in a golden stream and their incomprehensible softness had been a feeling even the most violent beast on this earth could spend their days sinking into. It was as if angels used their tongues to kiss against her bare skin.

The longer she played in its glory the more it became a leash she didn't want to be freed from. The scent of almond and fabric conditioner blurred the lines between reality and fantasy and she was helpless to do anything but obey and sink deeper into slumber.

The pattern of the maid's flat charcoal shoes had dashed her dreams the minute they made contact with the floor. Not a word was spoken nor a sound made as they scurried around the bedroom, like bound minions they worked in perfect synchronization with one opening the rosemary-colored curtains and the other dripping divine vanilla bath salts and high-raised bubbles into the pearl white tub.

Never had she found the mouse's voice so increasingly skin-biting, all she had muttered was a greeting for the day and it sent her reeling for safety underneath the covers. "Miss, It's time to awaken."

And just as one would predict they had been strictly ordered to tighten their lips from spilling her name, even if it was something as expected like her last name.

It's not as if their money-muddled minds would care a single bit and that had been the maddening part, not their compliance. Even if he didn't pay them to move by the strings they'd still discard her as the plaything they were forced to cater towards.

Dolls didn't get names and were she more than that anymore? It's not as if Hatori himself would go as far as to use anything but infantilizing nicknames on the daily unless evoked into a rage so why ask the same from gutless helpers?

A tiresome groan left her lips as a silent refusal, sinking into the pillow she snuggled into its warm embrace.

"If you allow me to sleep then ill put God himself on his knees for you." A smirk tugged underneath her lips, one the mice would catch if she hadn't placed her arm over her head.

Of course, the only response she'd get would be a repeat of the orders from before, puppets wouldn't give any emotionally triggered reaction that their maker didn't control them too after all.