"Kisses and Needles" (party)

"what?" you reply aloud. Master looks down at you for a minute and then pulls his attention back to his desk. "yea you heard me you little fucking cunt faced slut." Who was this talking to you. Inside your head. You keep your eyes closed wondering if something or rather someone would appear in your head. 'I don’t know what your talking about. And I would prefer if you didn’t use such language directed towards me. I, who ever you are am no slut.'. You saw nothing but darkness in behind your eye lids. "you have forgotten. I don’t know how, but you have forgotten why you are here and were you were before you were here." You scrunch your eyes shut hard trying to look deeper, almost as if you were trying to dive into your thoughts, your mind. 'were I was… before?'. "yes! Yes! Before. Before you became what ever the hell it is you are." 'I'm afraid you don’t understand. Or maybe it is me. But. I have been here for as long as I can remember. My master is my everything. He rescued me. He saved me and I am his now and for as long as he wishes.' slowly beneath your eye lids colors collide and mix together forming a shape an object… no a person? 'who are you.'
"Who am I? Who are you is so much better of a question."
'Im afraid I don’t understand. It is you that is unwelcome and therefore it is you that should be introducing yourself.'
"Childish. I am you. Or… something in you. A part of Juliet that you destroyed and threw away."
You cringe. Juliet… That name sparked something in your mind making you cringe. Juliet…
'who is… Juliet? What happened… where am I…'
"Jewel. Awake. I'm in need of your assistance." You open your eyes to the sight of the office once more. Not the strange girl in your mind. "Master… What happened?" he helps you stand up off his lap. "What do you mean 'what happened?". "I mean… Rather, I mean to say, what happened yesterday? And the day before that? Where am I from. Drake. Who is that?"
"Enough. Your questions bother me and you will silence yourself before I do it for you. How dare you talk out of place like that. Have you been taught nothing?" you drop to your knees mentally slapping yourself for letting all of that somehow slip from the grasp of your mouth. "Master!" you say looking and pressing yourself completely against the floor. "I do apologize!!! I have no idea what my foolish self could have possibly been thinking. I am so very sorry!! Please forgive me!" you hear him fix his clothing and slide his hands into his pockets. "Very well. This time you shall be forgiven. But don’t think I will be so giving in the future. Your memory is not my problem and you best fix that problem of yours." You sit back up on your knees. "Oh yes! Yes master you are so right." You slowly stand up continuing to talk placing your hands neatly in front of you grasping, left and right and pressed against your stomach. "Now please tell me what it is that I can do for you?" you look up but avert your eyes to the photo behind him. "I need you to set up the dinning room for 30. I'm throwing a party. "As you wish." You bow lightly and turn to scurry out of the room. But master Blackwood grasps your hand and spins you around into his embrace kissing you gently, then whispers, "be good" in your ear before releasing you and sitting back at his desk to complete his papers. You nod behind him and then glide out of the room, silently closing the door behind him and make your way to the kitchen. You needed to talk to the one person you remembered other than Hilary. And that person was going to be hard to find. All you had was a name. a name that put needles into your heart. Drake.