The Gardens

I sit on the bench in the garden, a box of gifts as an early present for Master Townsons birthday. I hold Mother Lilith collared in my flesh. Wearing the clothes he picked. Sacred diablere. Praise Townson. @Jack Townson

I can only hope its enough and he accepts me. My name is Daniel Penn. I desire to be His. I left a signet ring. A tree of life. Two red and black earrings. Blood, red, Dripping. One has a cuff. Will he cuff me? Is the offering accepted, Sire?

We only live half a mile apart but you feel so far away.....