It had been many weeks since my disobedience and still Masters was punishing me. It didn't help that, with every passing day, I was getting very depressed. it was really all due to the lack of physical contact with Master, or really any acknowledgement at all.
But I began to fumble around and mess up more, which in turn earned me a longer punishment. I hated it, I was failing Master.
I remember that day though, He had already left for work without even His usual 'behave while I'm away." I remember feel so sad that I didn't even feel the urge to do my chores like the good girl I should be. I just wept and locked myself in my bathroom.
Master keeps cameras around the house, especially any of my rooms, like my bathroom.
When He came home and checked the cameras what He found was me, laying in a pool of crimson on the bathroom floor, a razor blade a small distance from my hand. Before that day I had never felt so depressed to want an end like that, but that day Master's cold punishment had just finally broken my heart.
I vaguely remember Master kicking in the bathroom door and picking me up. He even took me to His bed and lay me down with my head on His pillow (something I was never allowed, He even checked the cameras to make sure I never layed on His pillows) and He began bustling around. He cut strips of fabric and tied them tight around the open cuts on my wrists and thighs. He then, while swearing up a storm, held my head and tried to get me to drink some water.
I remember hearing His voice, a pleading tone to it... "Pet, please, wake up." I remember the gentle stroking of my hair as He held me. I tried, I fought really hard to open my eyes for Him, I think I even almost succeeded...but I was losing the battle quickly and I could feel cold creeping through me...then black.