You sat at Curtis's desk, staring at the computer screen, absorbing what gift he left on the screen for you to find today.
He would typically change it everyday for you, a picture of something beautiful, like the far off snow covered peeks that the Snowpiercer frequently passed, rainbow prisms filtering through the trains overhead dome, a flower from one of the trains' many garden cars.
But today it was different, it was a photo of your parents and you, when you were little and they were still alive. They were so in love that it was all you wished for. Your fingers trailed the screen, following the flow of them on either side of you. That morning tears streamed down your cheeks because you thought you lost all of them and yet somehow Curtis found them.
You were lost to time till the cage's door creaked and Curtis's heavy boots thumped against the metal floor, making you twist in the chair to face him. "How?"
"How what Songbird?" He asked as he slipped off his heavy jacket and started stripping off the safety gear he covered himself in. "Oh, you found it." He smiled softly as he approached, his hand was warm as it slid on the back of your neck, his thumb circling against it that made you feel so secure.
But you stiffened, unwilling to accept his touch unless he really forced it on you. "Where did YOU find it?"
"I told you they kept a file on you Mate, all the way to when you were born. There weren't many pictures, this was the best one."
"I want to see." You twisted the chair to face the Alpha, craning your head back to look up at him, prepared to beg if you needed to.
"Later." Was all he said as he moved to step away, and finish undressing. You grabbed at his hand.
"Please, now and I will do whatever you want." You were prepared, figuring he would demand you to spread your legs or some other sexual thing that the Alpha always seemed to crave from you.
"Sing for me?" He asked again and this you couldn't give him, you shook your head and then pushed to lower on your knees in front of him, your hand going to his belt and slowly undoing it. His fingers weaved into your hair and you were prepared for him to yank you off him since you didn't give him what he really wanted.
Instead, he let you continue.
