Chapter 3 - My Bag is Alive?! The News!
My eyes opened and I sat up straight on the couch. I searched my surroundings finding myself in my home. I sighed in relief and held my forehead.
"It's all a dream, thank goodness..." I whispered.
"No, I'm afraid not milady." A voice said beside me.
I jumped to see my dirty bloody bag with an eye patch, eye, and a mouth.
I began to stutter, "W-what the-!"
It cut me off, "-forgive me that you see me in this filthy state also saw my brutality earlier, milady. I know you're confused about me 'a bag talking' to you like this and 'alive.'"
"But please, remain calm. I will answer all of your questions about me as long you keep your composure. Please, I won't hurt you." it quickly said and softly assured in the end.
I nodded and sit up correctly, "A-alright."
The bag nodded with relief, "Good... Now, I never got a chance to introduce myself to my own mistress, didn't I?"
I raise a brow, "M-mistress