đŠShaw & Selkie! Reader: Part 2đŠ
Shaw bound your wrists and ankles and loaded you into his truck. The whole ride you sat with your back facing him, staring out the window. You knew it would make him happy to see you cry, but he was satisfied all the same. He was bringing home a real trophy. A live one too.
Shawâs cabin was damp and dark. He set you down on the floor and began making a fire. Once he was finished, he sat down across from you in an old, wooden rocking chair. He leaned back and it creaked loudly. You jumped at the strange sound.
You didnât answer. You couldnât even bring yourself to look at him.
Shaw had three rules for you; to cook, to clean and to keep quiet. You had to abide by these rules, or else.
âIâve never used a stove before,â you said. âOr a broom,â you said.
âIâll show you,â Shaw replied.
âSo, If you can do it, why should I be the only one doing it? Canât we bothâ?â
âEnough questions!â Shaw snapped. He took your sealskin â which had been slung over his shoulder â and held it in front of the fire.
âDonât!â you begged. âPlease!â
Shaw withdrew the sealskin from the flames.
âIf you speak out of turn again, Iâll cut out your tongue too!â
He got up and trudged down into the cellar. He returned with a long chain with a cuff on the end. He untied your legs and shackled the cuff to your ankle.
Then, you watched Shaw lock away your sealskin in a wooden chest. The chest was placed on a shelf on the far side of the cabin where your chain couldnât reach.
Shaw paused, yawned loudly, before going back down into the cellar, returning with a heap of furs. He dropped them onto the floor. âVoilĂ ; your bed.â
After everything Shaw put you through, this half-cocked gesture of hospitality came as a pleasant surprise.
Resigned, you laid down and fell asleep.
