WARNINGS: This piece involves abuse, suggested rape, adult themes, harsh language, and possible triggers. You have been warned, read at your own risk!
Disclaimer: I do not own the character Kevynn, he belongs to my RPing partner.
Will Vs William
The morning had been peaceful, its always quiet after a Friday night. Its always silent after Master and I have had breakfast. Usually its eggs, bacon, hash browns, spinach, and cheese between two pieces of toast. A really good start to the day, always a really good start to the day. Master is always careful with what we eat on the weekends, he likes to keep it the same always. Of course I also get to have a bowl of fruit with my meal and he orange juice. Today my bowl is strawberries... I do like strawberries, although these are a little stronger than normal and could use some sugar.
But I'm not allowed to get the sugar out unless cooking. And I'm not cooking. I should of sugared these before hand. All well. Master is watching me so I make sure to eat everything with a smile. He likes it when I smile, he says it reminds him of my Auntie. Master reaches out and pats my head, “Good boy.” A shiver runs down my spine, fear making my heart slow. But no. This isn't a bad touch, Master doesn't always touch me badly, sometimes he's really gentle. Sometimes he shows he--
Ow, ow, ow!
And sometimes he just likes pulling my hair, ow. I wince and whine slightly. But that gets my hair pulled harder, “You're not an animal, William. If you need to say something use your words!” I have to lean closer to lessen the pain, but he's waiting and still holding on, yanking again.
Ow, OW, OW!
“I-I'm sorry, Master! I won't do it again.”
That seems to satisfy him and he lets me go, his brown eyes like melted chocolate and his smile twists a knife in my chest. He likes when I submit, even if its just the slightest of things, he likes when he controls things. Besides. Master worked late last night, he's stressed... He probably wants to work out that stress on his day off...
A few hours later I find myself sitting at Master's feet, a brush running through my wet hair. We had just finished taking a shower after a long morning of various activities around the house. The place needed some fixing up and furniture needed to be moved. Now the place is spotless and our routine continues. Once a week we do things that would be akin to those that Auntie would of done. Dusting, cleaning, moving things around, brushing out my hair, and many more. But the brush is set on the coffee table.
“Up.”
I stand at the command, no hesitation. Master is not a man to be kept waiting.
“Turn.”
I turn towards him and he's smirking up at me, his milk chocolate colored eyes glinting with something dark in them. I see. Master wants to work out his stress now. He curls his fingers towards himself and I climb onto his lap.
“You know you've been a very Good Boy today. Right, Will?”
I nod.
“Use your words, William.”
I bite my lip, nervous a brief moment before I store the feeling away, “Yes, Master.” And he reaches up to pet my hair, this time the light tugging doesn't hurt and I flush lightly. Master knows things about my body I wish I didn't. “... Master?”
He gives my hair a slightly hard tug before releasing my hair and trailing his hand down my head to my neck which he also pets... I hate what he knows about me and then down to my shoulder. His hand stops there as his other comes to rest on my thigh.
I just barely keep my heart in check.
“Well, my sweet William, do you know what good boys get?”
I could think of hundreds of answers, thousands that wouldn't be the correct one. I can think of things I want the answer to be. I know what the answer is. But I slowly shake my head, “n-No, Master.” His hand on my thigh has started moving and I know I should be struggling, but he would just win anyways... And... He's not as rough when I don't struggle. Besides. He's going to be mad enough as it is due to his boss being a dick to him yesterday... “uh- AH! ma-Master? I... I need to tell you something!”
He pauses, frowning at me. His hand that had slipped back up to tangle in with he hair on the back of my head releases me and I internally sigh. He leans back, fixing me with a look of “well, will?” and I pause for a moment. I can't tell him that I'm going out tonight. No. I need to say something now though.
Um.
Um...
“I'm passing all of my classes now, Master.”
Chocolate colored eyes stare at me a moment before a real smile slips on his face. Its almost gentle and he places a hand on my cheek to stroke it with his thumb, “That's wonderful, William. Shall we celebrate?” I bite my lip again, not wanting answer right away.
After a moment I nod. “Yes, Master.” He waves for me to get off of him and I do. He stands, he's got at least a head of height on me, and he leans down. Our lips meet, my stomach churns, then he pulls away. Master then walks away.
“Go wait on my bed, William.”
“Yes, Master...”
By now Master has had three glasses of wine and I one. Just enough alcohol that the pain I had been feeling while he was rough was less, just enough where he didn't seem to care about the tears, just enough where I can see he's fallen asleep. Wiping away the tears I get up and take a quick shower, then I go find the brush. I had seen new bruises forming in the mirror and now I brush out my hair.
Back to my room I go, flick on my light, and find clothes. Long sleeves, loose pants all in greens and browns. I sigh and look out the window, the sun is starting to set, alright... Ma-Uncle should be asleep for the night. He rarely wakes up in the middle of the night... And even if he does he would assume I felt like sleeping in my bed... right...?
“Is this even a good idea...?”
I go to a corner and sit in silence. Any minute now Kevynn should show up. Any minute now... Any--
Something hits glass and I freeze, my heart pounding a million miles per hour in my throat. Then another. And another... Okay... That's the sound of rocks. Alright. Okay...
Stranding I go to the window and open it. “Shhh.” My voice is quiet, but it carries. “I'm coming down.” And I can't change my mind now... I have to go. I take a deep breath and go turn off my light. Then I head back to the window.
In theory I can climb down the tree next to my window... I haven't tried it before now. But... I reach out and grab onto a branch, pain from earlier shooting through me and the wine in my system almost making me miss the branch. But I grab on. From there its smooth sailing. I end up on the ground after a couple minutes of careful climbing.
On my feet, a little wobbly along with little shoots of pain, I smile to Kevynn. “Hey there, Superman. Ready for the date?”
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