Valentine lays in the alley way, unable to move, and barely able to think. As the rain pours down on him, he watches countless people pass by, none so much as looking at him. He wants desperatly to reach out to them, and ask for help. But his limbs wont respond. He lays there, and thinks to himself 'I need...a purpose...I need...a Master/Mistress...'.
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