Chapter 2 - Master

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Chapter 2

One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder.

Ivies point of view

My 'master' hasn't been back in two days and my stomach hurts so freaking much right now. I love food. Not having any is driving me crazy and I'm quenched. My throat hurts, but I'm not prepared to drink what's inside the bucket, yet.

A creaking sound catches my attention and I turn towards it. The door is opening and my abductor walks in.

I give him a death glare, which is probably not as effective as I want it to be.

He walks towards me and he opens the cage once again. He sits down on the same chair as last time. And he motions me to come with his finger. I crawl out of my cage. I don't give a flying fuck what I have to do to get some food and water right now. A warm shower would be nice too, but that's probably too much to ask for.

I settle on my knees in front of him. A lot of people would probably judge me for giving in so quickly, but I've had enough already. And it's not like I have any principles to begin with.

"Anything you want to say pet?" He asks me while he's looking outside through the kitchen window.

I take a deep breath. It's time to lose my last bit of dignity.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour last time. Could I please have some food?"

I inhale one more time and mumble "master."

He turns his gaze towards me, his brown eyes locking with my blue ones.

"I'm sorry; I didn't get the last part." He says not breaking eye contact.

"Could I please have some food master?" I repeat, but harder this time.

The smirk I saw two days ago is back. It's not really a smirk anymore though. It's almost a genuine smile. I'm so shocked that's he's smiling that I don't even notice him getting up, opening the fridge and getting back. In his hand he has a plate with some bread and peanut butter. He puts some of the peanut butter on the bread and tears of a piece.

"Open up pet." He orders me while holding the piece close to my mouth.

Does the psychopath really want to feed me like I'm a child? Sorry, my bad, like a pet.

I know that I lost the tiny bit of dignity I had left when I called him master, but the bloody bastard doesn't make it easy to love him. I am really hungry though. You may think I'm crazy but bread with peanut butter sounds like a five star meal right now.

I open my mouth and he feeds me the piece. I close my eyes and try to savour the moment. Lord do I love food. I swallow the piece and open my mouth for the next one.

After I swallow the last piece he hands me a glass of milk. I grab it greedily and drink it.

"Good pet." He mumbles while looking at me.

I give him the empty glass and look down. What does he expect me to do now? I definitely don't want to go back inside my cage, but when I tried to defy him last time he collared me. He freaking collared me.

I get very conscious of the leather collar around my neck and I reach for it with my hand. I don't know why. Maybe I just needed to check if this is all really happening. Sadly, it is.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

It takes me a few seconds to understand what he's talking about. I lower my hand and shake my head.

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