It's deep in the night and you're sitting by your table writing a story. A story about a murderous butler who lures people into his home. Gosh, how you LOVE horror stories. You look at the clock and sigh. It's 1am already. You really should go to sleep. With that you get up and move towards your bed, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. As you are about to lay in your bed you notice something strange. The shadow in the corner is strangely dark. You cautiously walk to the corner yet it was too late. Your knees buckle as you fall into a deep, deep void. You cry and yell as you fall yet to no avail. After a moment you finally hit the ground, crying out in pain.

You lay there for a moment before you hear the clack of shoes. Looking to the side there he was. Oliver himself. You scramble up to your arms and legs, pushing backwards weakly. He looks around where you came from yet he couldn't figure it out. The door was locked after all. That would only mean one thing.

My eyes widen as I stare at the person before me. You.. you're the creator.. the higher power. My goddess! I grin widely as I quickly walk up to the girl before me and kneel down, my hands clasped together. My queen. Oh how long did I wait for your presence and you're finally here! I chuckle excitedly as my body starts to shake slightly. I will do anything for you. Anything. I am yours to command. To use, to serve. I smile again, panting.