Thad Harwood Mad Max.
I'm 19 years old.. and a slave. Don't feel all that bad for me though. I've got the best Master any guy could ever want. (Don't tell him I said that though.. his ego doesn't need it).
Anyway. I live with my master on an island in the middle of.. nowhere, basically. I was kidnapped and brought here over a year ago, and I've been through a lot since then. Well.. I guess we both have.
[ Master/Slave Thadbastian 1x1 ]
Thad almost never made a habit of waking up early. Of the two of them Sebastian was definitely the morning person in their relationship. Thad typically rolled out of bed with only just enough time remaining to brew his master’s coffee before the man would emerge from his shower, scrubbed clean, dressed, and bright-eyed next to Thad’s rumple-haired, messy blob of general grumpiness. If he wanted to actually make breakfast for Sebastian, that required setting an actual alarm and inevitably resulted in even more grouchiness than usual.
But today had been different. Thad had tossed and turned most of the night, totally unable to get comfortable. Sebastian was apparently restless too, and more than once Thad was left gasping after taking a knee or an elbow to the ribs. Each time Thad was brutally tempted to kick the man over the edge of the bed and onto the floor, but one look at Sebastian’s face, his familiar features peaceful in sleep, always had him relenting at the last minute.
By four am he’d given up and moved out onto the large sofa in the living room, cocooning himself up inside an afghan and flopping down with his head on a throw pillow. He wasn’t sure whether he actually did fall asleep. The first rays of sunlight were just coming over the horizon when an almighty fucking SCREECH tore through every muscle of his body like a white hot blade. Thad panicked and toppled to the floor, thrashing inside the afghan.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! KING, I’M GONNA RIP YOUR GOD DAMN VOICE BOX OUT, YOU LITTLE FEATHERY FUCK!”
Finally succeeding in freeing himself, Thad jumped to his feet and bolted to the sliding glass door that led out onto the terrace. He expected to see the huge black rooster out there, probably standing on top of his overturned food dish, bitching for a refill. But the patio was deserted. Thad frowned. He was just turning back toward the living room when a second piercing shrieking made him jump and immediately look to the far corner of the big room.
Elliott was perched on the slanted roof of his hutch, balancing precariously, little wings spread wide like a tightrope walker. As Thad watched, the bird took a little lunge at the window a foot and a half above him. His claws groped for a grip on the window sill but there wasn’t enough space for a chicken to stand there and he ultimately fell back onto the hutch’s roof where he resumed his funny little lopsided perch.
“Elliott. What the fuck.” At the sound of its master’s voice, the chicken’s beady eyes turned toward Thad and Elliott opened his mouth, letting out another squawk of obvious frustration. Thad huffed, indignant but amused, and crossed the room to stand next to the window. Elliott gave a series of soft clucks and immediately scrambled clumsily up Thad’s bare arm to settle on his shoulder.
"Why didn’t you just go to the back door if you wanted to see outside so bad?" Thad asked, idly petting the chicken’s downy chest. Even as he said it, Thad realized that all his pet would be able to see at the back door was the sky and the terrace wall. There really wasn’t much of a view from just a foot off the ground.
Suddenly, Elliott launched himself at the window again, this time bouncing right off the glass. “Hey!” Thad yelped, distressed. “Don’t do that!” He caught the bird before it could hit the ground and replaced it on his shoulder, but Elliott rested there only a few seconds before repeating his attempt.
"Stop it! You’re gonna hurt yourself!" Thad grabbed the chicken as it once again ricocheted back from the glass. He held Elliott in his arms now, running his fingers soothingly over the chicken’s back until it calmed. "You can’t go outside, okay? It’s not safe. You’d run off and get lost, and then King’d kill you."
Elliott’s little black eyes shifted up to Thad’s face and his head tilted like he was actually listening. After a moment he gave a soft cluck into the silence.
"Oh trust me, he definitely would," Thad insisted, turning his back resolutely on the window and placing Elliott on the first floor of his hutch. "You don’t wanna go out there. Your life is way better in here, you know? You’re safe, you have all the food you could want and an awesome place to sleep, and you have me. You should just— god dammit, Elliott!”
Totally ignoring everything Thad had been saying, the chicken was already clawing his way back up the side of the hutch. Within seconds he was back on the spine of the roof and staring intensely at the window sill just out of his reach. Thad threw up his hands.
"Well FINE then, be that way! But you’re still not going outside, so just forget about it. You have everything any chicken could ever need right here, plus a whole lot more. You’re being such an ungrateful bra—"
Thad closed his mouth so hard and fast that he nearly sliced off the tip of his tongue.
Ungrateful brat. Brows furrowed hard, Thad stared at his chicken who in turn stared out of the window. Periodically Elliott would give a soft cluck and try to grasp the ledge again, falling back onto the roof of the hutch every time. He just didn’t understand that his life was better inside. It was true that chickens weren’t really meant to be kept inside as pets… even really, really loved pets.. but keeping Elliott safe meant keeping him inside, whether he could wrap his little chicken brain around that or not. And even if it meant that Elliott was going to be a little sadder.. he’d still be safer.. and he’d still have Thad. That was better than freedom, wasn’t it?
Realizing what he’d just thought to himself, Thad felt a sick sense of guilt in the bottom of his stomach and pushed himself to his feet. Almost angrily he yanked down the blinds, cutting off Elliott’s latest run at the window and casting the room into semi-darkness. “You don’t want what’s out there,” he told the bird firmly, the hypocrisy inherent in every syllable making his stomach hurt. “I’m sorry, but you’re staying here with me and that’s— that’s just all there is to it, so get used to it! This is where you live! This is your life!”
It didn’t make much sense that a one-sided conversation with an animal could make his throat tighten and tears burn in his eyes, but as Thad stomped off to the kitchen to brew coffee he felt a part of himself shrinking down, backing away into a shadowy corner like the one he’d just made in the dining room. Stop wanting more than you have. You have safety, you have love. That should be enough.
Leaning over the edge of the counter, Thad’s head dropped into his hands as he fought back the urge to really cry. That has to be enough.. because there’s never going to be any more.
It's been an amazing time being part of this group, but there's a time when everything that you love has to come to an end.
I've loved being here and it's been one of my greatest experiences as a writer getting to tell Thad's story, so I want to thank all of you for the part you've each played in his development. But unfortunately, I feel like he's come as far as he can in this setting. On the upside though, there's a lot more to his and Seb's story that Kath and I are excited to tell, so we'll be continuing them in 1x1 form from here on out.
I think this group is great and being here has been a wonderful and fun experience right from my first day eleven months ago. All of the players are so wonderfully quality and I'm going to miss you all so very much! Best of luck to the players and to the admins, and thank you all once again for helping Thad (i.e., Max, Angry Baby Dragon, Mad Max, Maxilicious, Maxipad, Mighty Mouse, Spartacus, &etc) become the ridiculous little feistypants that he is. Keep in touch. Love you guys!
Well it seems like you’ve abandoned any plans of living a normal life… You’re indulging in this as much as the Masters are now. That’s where you’re wrong though… You’ve accepted you’re a slave, you’re defeated; I still have spark in me and I still plan on getting out of here. If you still planned for this “normal life…” Well you’d be wanting out too.
I doubt you’d want me anywhere near your Master anyway.
It really depends on who rents you, but I think staying in the cells too long without a break drives folks crazy after a while. I'm pretty sure I remember that happening to somebody.
It’s a skill I was planning on using for life outside of here, cause unlike you, I was planning on living out a normal life where I won’t have to be someone’s sex toy in order to keep a roof over my head.
You’re kinda like Grumpy from Snow White… That’s a movie by the way, you don’t need to have read it.
You think I wasn't planning on living a normal life too? Well, I was. And just because I don't know who Eliza what the fuck ever is doesn't mean I wasn't going to do something with my life, you fucking dickhole. And guess what? Now you're here and you're just as much as a slave as me, so GET USED TO IT. I hope Wes rents you.
.. you'd better fucking hope I never get near you again. You're gonna be in a lot of fucking pain.
PM: AWESOME! Thank you so much!! He’s gonna have the best time up here. Can we take him to the fall suite? And then to the beach? Can I try teaching him how to surf?
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