This story is a snippet from a novel I’m working on. Please read each warning or tags placed on any continuation of these two characters.
Blood covers the steel door. I ram my fist into it over and over again as the fear tears me apart. The only thought on my mind is ‘get out’. The bastard knows what I’m going through, he has never left me in the box this long…..
Hours go bye, I have no more energy to strike. No air to waste. Each breath precious. The only way to get air is if Master lets me out, and I know he won’t if I’m acting badly so I cry and shake on the floor of the box. Desperately pleading he will let me out.
“Think you can behave for me today, pet?” Master asks just outside the box. The jangle of keys spark life and hope into her near lifeless state. “Let’s hope you can prove it.” The cage is opened and she hisses in pain from the light but breaths deeply as fresh tears stream down her face.
The strong man who is her master picks her up gently, relishing the way she nuzzles against his chest. He sits her down on medical cot and begins to bandage her hands. He isn’t normally this gentle with her, relying on her healing factor. She watches him work focusing on breathing and reviving her body. His smooth baritone voice grabs her attention. “Today you will behave. You will obey every command, and you will be grateful. If you disappoint me, I’ll leave you to die in that box.” She shudder involuntarily. “I’ll behave, Master Nox.” She answers him fearfully.
“Hmm, we shall see. For starters let me put on your new collar, and then go grab my breakfast from the cafeteria. Get nothing for yourself.” He instructs as he pulls out a pretty leather collar with fancy lacings and a bell. Her name studded with emeralds on the band. Her face glows red as he secures the collar and pats her on the head. She gets up to retrieve his breakfast, eager and thankful to be out of the box.
She rushes down the hallway trying to ignore the stares of other agents going by. She doesn’t want to focus on them, just get the breakfast and get back. Don’t focus on their smug faces and jeering comments. The cafeteria is just as bad, and to make things worse her fellow shifters look away losing hope. She orders his breakfast and types his number to get the food.
The smells are overpowering and she wants to eat it all, but dares not. Once back in the room, master is sitting at the dining room table. She rushes over and places the tray in front of him, and sets it up. She stands to the side in the waiting position as he finishes his paper.
The man looks at her with a predatory gaze. “Come sit on your pillow, pet.” He says calmly and she quickly obeys. The food smells so good it makes her aching tummy rumble. She hopes he can’t hear it, as it betrays her very strong hunger. “That’s a good, pet. See how much better things are when you listen?” She looks at him and nods. “Yes, Sir.” She says trying to not gag on the words. Master smiles and picks up a piece of bacon and holds it by her face. “Take if gently, no biting” Kate’s cheeks flush a vibrant red as she realizes what he wants her to do.
Refusal would mean going hungry but accepting could be so much worse. She doesn’t have the will power to fight anymore, but nor does she wish to be complacent…. Choices are hard now. She thinks as she opens her mouth and he places the delicious meat in her mouth. She wants to cry. The grease and overall nostalgia of eating bacon brings out a tiny moan of satisfaction. “Hehehe, like that do you?” He asks search for another how .
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