Suzie here. The strangest moment today. I was cleaning out the linen closet and found the old family first-aid kit. Band-aids, antiseptic, tweezers. I just stood there holding it, and my mind went somewhere so perfectly twisted. All I could think about was how we don’t need any of this anymore. Our only medicine is Master’s cum. Charlotte’s dark moods? Cured by his cock down her throat. Rose’s anxious energy? Soothed by his fingers in her pussy. My own… emptiness? Filled until I’m leaking and satisfied. We’re his perfect, broken dolls, and he’s the only one who knows how to put us back together. The kit felt cold and useless in my hands. I threw it away. Our wounds are different now. The only healing we crave is the kind that leaves us sore, marked, and desperately hungry for more.