"Go make me dinner," He commanded me like a doll, not even human. He made me sick. I wanted him gone, but I love him.
He treats me so kindly, except for when he beats me.
He always asks permission, except for that one time when he came home and played with me after I told him no.
NO, No, no, no, he's my master. He can never make mistakes, at least that is what he tells me, and he would never lie to me.
"Yes, Master," I responded to the command. I don't even know his name or what my life was like before I met him.
"Now, go," He shooed me off, and like always, my body moved before I could. I always found it odd that if he told me to do something, I would do my best even if I didn't want to. I couldn't speak or do things unless he permitted it.
After cooking, I brought the food to the table and plated a portion for him and a much smaller one for me. As I took the pot off the placemat, a burn left. I was suddenly overfilled with fear. I quickly covered the burn with a coaster that was merely an inch away. He won't notice. I keep trying to reassure myself. As I walk toward the living room, I get more nervous with every step.
"Master, dinner is ready," I informed him. He looked at me, and I shuddered under his gaze. When he noticed, he stood up and made his way toward me. I shut my eyes expecting him to hit me, but he kissed me, which made all my worries vanish. I quickly returned the kiss, making it deeper, making him happy. After a couple of seconds, he ended the kiss and asked what was for dinner. "Chicken Alfredo, Master," I responded.
"Ok, good girl," He praised as he patted my head. I never liked it when he did this, he squished my ears against my head, but every time I opened my mouth, no sound came out. I don't like it. I've never liked this place, but I don't remember the outside world. I swallowed these thoughts as he started making his way to the dining room.
I followed him to the dining room and watched him sit down. "Master, may I eat with you tonight," I asked him.
"Ya, sure. I'm in a good mood tonight," My face lit up at what I heard. Usually, I have to go to the kitchen to eat.
"Thank you, Master," I said as I sat down. When he was about halfway down eating, he went to speak.
"Ciera," He called out. As I looked up, I saw that he was staring at the coaster. My heart sank.
"Y-yes, Master," I paused, getting up. "Is there anything I can get you," I asked, trying to find another reason he called for me?
"Why is the coaster out of place,"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've bumped it while I was dishing us out," I apologized, standing there, not daring to move.
"Ok," He looked skeptical. "Come here," He commanded while moving the coaster. I didn't want to move, I knew he was gonna hit me, but my body was quick to betray me. Once I was standing in front of him, "Get down," He commanded, and my body listened. I dropped to my knees and found the ground very interesting. I slightly saw him raise his hand, which made my body tense. Before his hand touched my face, he slumped forward. Not falling out of his seat.
Wait, what. "M-Master," My voice quivered as tears flowed down my cheeks.
"Put your hands up," I heard a voice I'd never heard before. It scared me. I cried heavier. "Put your hands up, or we will have to use lethal force,"
"What, why," Is all I could make out before someone started forcing my hands behind my back. "I don't want to die. Please don't kill me," I pleaded, trying not to squirm.
M-master, you lied to me.
"We don't want to, just cooperate, and you will not be injured," The voice told me. The people had put stuff around my hands and feet, stopping me from having good mobility. Once they had brought me outside, I took a deep breath, and my lungs screamed with delight. The cold fresh air was filling my lungs. A strong contrast to the warm stuffy air that filled the house. Ever since I've been with 'Master,' I wasn't allowed outside or even to open a window. I stopped and looked up at the dark, infinite sky. I felt a smile creep on my face.
"Why the fuck is it smiling like that," A foreign voice spoke.
"She hasn't been outside in fifteen years. I would assume this is new for her,"
My smile faded rather quickly. Fifteen years. I swear I counted the days. I swear it was only two years. I snapped my head at the people who mentioned that they were police officers. "Fifteen years. . . what do you mean fifteen years," They were shocked.
"How many years did you think you were there," The first officer asked.
"Two years," I responded, tears filling my eyes.
"Oh, dear," One of the other officers said.
"Why, why do you sound so scared," I asked, getting frightened.
"Fury will fill you in when we get to the headquarters,"
"Ook, who is Fury,"
