Pet - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

I tell the days by the times the women come in, and when they send me to bed.

Right on schedule, Ruth walks in, The door dissolves upon her presence, and she comes in with that blank gaze. I’ve resorted to naming the servants since they refuse to talk to me. There’s Ruth, Bertha, and Gertrude. Don’t ask me why I chose these names, they just came to me in the moment.

Over the past 3 weeks, I’ve eaten like I’m supposed to, and have been training in this room, seeing as it’s the only place that I’ve been allowed in. That means doing bodyweight workouts and getting my strength and endurance up as high as I can. It’s time for me to escape before that monster comes back.

My body has gone through an extensive change since arriving here. My bones don’t jut out of my flesh anymore, and my features aren’t harsh in the least. They have all filled out. I even have a small shape. It’s amazing what a few weeks of regular eating can do for you. Even my muscle is nice and toned. I feel like a new person. I have been starving most of my life, but I haven’t had to starve once in these past few weeks. And it’s given me amazing endurance and strength to build on, especially now since I wasn’t starving most of the time.

Today is the day. Ruth comes near the edge of the bed, placing the tray of food on the bedside table, and leaves to make her way towards the door. I wait until she gets close, and like I anticipated, upon her approach the door dissolves. As soon as it does I sprint across the room, pushing her hard in the back through the wide open space.

I don’t even wait to see if she has a reaction to me. I take off down the hallway. It’s a narrow hall with only the sliding door at the end. I remember the last time I was in the small room it lead down to the dining area.

I make it to the sliding door, furiously pressing buttons. For what, I don’t know. But I feel relief once the door slides shut. When I look up, I see Ruth. But she’s not even making an advance for me. She’s just standing in the hallway, watching me with that blank expression. As soon as the door slides closed, I sit down to catch my breath. My nerves are on fire and my adrenaline is pumping. But I know it can’t be this easy. It just can’t be. Ruth didn’t even pursue me. She didn’t bother stopping me. And that’s what terrifies me the most.

The room stops moving, and the doors slide open revealing a large open room. I slowly take a step out, looking to the left. I can’t see anything because it’s so dark. My instincts are screaming at me to go back. To just go back to the room. But my brain is telling me to find the way out.

The door behind me slides closed, plunging me into darkness. I feel around in front of me, but there is nothing. I take small sliding steps, fear crushing my chest. I’m feeling around in the dark for what seems like an eternity, getting nothing in return. Not even a wall. The only indication that I am anywhere is the cool floor underneath my feet.

I can hear my panicked breathing in the darkness. And that’s it. There is nothing else. It’s almost as if time itself has stopped. Out of nowhere, it’s as if the room temperature has dropped. And I know that there is something in here with me. Fear coils deep within my belly, clawing its way up my throat. I pause midstep, not knowing what to do or how to move.

I feel a finger trace its way down my neck and I jump out of my skin in fear. A loud scream leaves my lips as I scramble to catch my footing in the darkness around me. I trip and fall, landing hard on my butt. I hear a growl behind me, it’s unlike anything I have ever heard before. I immediately scramble forward on my knees, my heart pounding in my chest. This was stupid. The dumbest idea I have ever had.

My crawling is brought to an abrupt halt as something grabs me around the ankle, and drags me through the room. I open my mouth, letting out a scream, my nails clawing at the floor under me. Suddenly I’m flipped over on my back. I feel the presence above me, move closer to me, and I feel it. Warm breath against my throat. A whimper leaves me, and suddenly I’m left alone.

I try and quiet my breathing, but I am all but panicking at this moment. Whatever it is in here with me is toying with me. Like a hunter and its prey. Suddenly, something flashes across my face, it’s so fast my hair to fly slightly before landing back on my face, and a sharp pain is struck across my shoulder. I cry out as a searing pain I’ve never felt before stings my flesh.

Not a second later is there a rough jerk on my scalp, and I’m sent sprawling backward in the dark.

“What are you!” I scream in fear. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. This pure fear paralyzes me. I hear a deep growl that causes the hair on my neck to stand, and chills to break out across my body. I jump up, ready to run when out of nowhere hands clasp around my throat, smashing back into the floor. Breath is ripped from my lungs, and I feel like my chest has been crushed. I open my eyes and nearly piss myself.

Bright purple orbs are staring down at me. They are literally glowing in the dark, and I know immediately that I have fucked up immensely.

I feel so weak. From blood loss or pain, I don’t know. Maybe it’s both. I stopped trying to get away hours ago. I stopped screaming long before that due to the loss of my voice. Now I lay in the middle of the room, in a puddle of my own blood. I’ve lost so much. I didn’t even know it was possible to have this much in my body. But here it is. And here I am.

My breathing is shallow as I try to take in my breaths. It hurts me so bad to do so. My chest feels like someone laid bricks on it. I still can’t see a thing. The room is pitch black. My body is in such excruciating pain, I pray for death.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” I tense as his voice comes out of the darkness. The first time I’ve heard the chilling sound since he left.

“You actually thought that there was an escape?” he laughs. I can hear his footsteps now. Now he is deliberately letting me hear him.

“I must admit, I didn’t think you were that unintelligent. You knew the consequences yet you tried anyway.” I feel his presence over me, and his tongue as he runs it over the wounds he inflicted. I shiver in fear, in too much pain to do anything else.

“Do you think that you’ve learned your lesson, Iris,” he whispers. A small whimper leaves me.

“I would think so as well," he says. I feel my body being lifted, and eventually black out from the pain.

I sit in front of the being, completely worn out and healed. I don’t know how he did it, but when I awoke there was no sign of trauma on my body. He’s inspecting my body, like you would a new car.

He places his hand underneath mine, running his finger over my palm as if testing the texture. His gaze is intense and focused.

“You have filled out wonderfully,” he says. I gaze at him in shock. How can he sit here and inspect my body as if he hadn’t just ripped it apart. His fingers trace up my body, resting on my cheeks.

“Can’t even see the bone anymore,” he mumbles to himself. His eyes finally focus on me, and I have to fight the fear threatening to explode inside of me.

“If you ever try and escape from me again, I will kill you. Slowly and painfully. I will rip each limb off of your body, and gut you from the inside. And once I feel the punishment is acceptable enough, I will drown you. In your own blood,” he says it all with a serious expression, the blue flecks in the purple burning a brighter and intense color with each word he speaks. This time I can’t help myself. I shiver. Not from the cold. But from the fear.

He studies me a moment longer, and once he feels satisfied with my reaction he stands to leave. I immediately follow in behind him. He doesn’t turn around as he begins to speak to me again.

“Clever thing, to use my slave to aid in your escape,” he adds as a side note. I can’t help but study his powerful build from behind. He’s wearing strange clothing that consists of black. My eyes focus on the long white strands that are falling down his back. He once again has it pulled in a ponytail, but I can still see the silkiness of the texture. It’s fascinating.

This being is truly beautiful in a way that I can’t even comprehend. And then it dawns on me. I don’t even know his name. Or what to call him. Actually I can think of plenty of things to call him, but I’m pretty sure he would not take kindly to them.

My thoughts are running me so ragged, I don’t notice that he stopped, and walk right into him. I stagger back in shock, and he turns to look at me over his shoulder. His features twisted in that of irritation.

After he finally begins to walk again, I realize we’re headed somewhere.

“Where are we going?” I basically whisper. He doesn’t turn around or even falter in his footsteps.

“To the lab,” Is all he says.

We reach the lab after navigating the dark hallways of this place. Even the lab is hard for me to see. I step in behind him, and he turns without warning lifting me and placing me on a table top.

“Since you don’t seem deserving of any kind of freedom, I will equip you with the necessary tools to be mine.” He says without blinking. White hot rage shoots through my system. My mouth is moving before my brain is.

“I am not your sl-” My sentence is cut off before I can finish. He whips around to stare at me so fast, his expression that of which you don’t want to cross. So I do what any smart instinctual animal would do. I shut up.

“Do you know what I like most about my slaves?" he asks, placing emphasis over the word slave. I slowly shake my head, and he chuckles. But it’s not at all humorous.

“Their obedience.” He comes closer to me, placing his palm on one side of my thigh, so that he’s directly in front of me. He reaches out and I immediately flinch away from him. But he only pushes my curls out of my face, tucking them snugly behind my ear.

“I thought that I wanted you to stay strong. I wanted to break you. But now, I realize how immature I was to believe I could take on such a challenge.” His fingers move down to the base of my throat.

“I almost killed you today. The thought of your disobedience was too much.”

My heart feels like it’s about to pound a hole into my chest.

“I’m only going to warn you this once.” His whole tone changes. Gone is that soothing tint, and now there is a coldness to it. He places his hands on either sides of my thighs.

“If you defy me again, I will kill you. I do not like disobedience. And I will not tolerate it from a human. Consider yourself broken, Iris. We will not have this discussion again,” he says. And I find myself agreeing with him. We will not have this discussion ever again.

He scoffs at me, turning away from me and heading towards his cabinet. He pulls open the case, pulling out tubes and needles. He doesn’t speak to me again as he takes my blood and swabs my mouth. For what, I haven’t the slightest clue.

* * * * *

I slowly sip on the soup in front of me. The being in front of me, is staring at me as I do so. He’s been like this all night. Intensely focused on my every action.

“Remus.” I almost choke on my spoonful of soup. I look up at him with wide eyes.

“You may call me, Remus.”

“How did yo-”

“It doesn’t take a genius to know what you’re thinking,” he says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Hm. Remus. An exotic name for an exotic being. I set down the spoon, taking every ounce of bravery in my system to speak to him. He seems like he’s in a good mood right now. Even though I can’t read his face for shit.

“Ok.. Remus.. Why are you here early...,” I ask. It’s something that has been nagging at me all day. I had more than enough time to escape. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another week.

“You really think that I would tell you the exact time I’d be back,” he says as if I’m an idiot for not thinking about that. And maybe I am.

“Are you ever going to let me go," I whisper.

“No,” he answers without hesitation. I blink back the tears that threaten to fall.

“Will I ever see my friends again,” I whisper, afraid to hear the answer. He’s silent for a moment.

“No,” he says. Deep down I figured he would say that. But hearing him say it made is a reality locked in stone.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whisper.

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. I look up at him.

“Why?” His eyes visibly darken, and he leans forward in his chair.

“I am what your people refer to as a sadist. I enjoy the pain of others. It brings me joy. And it just so happens that your pain will bring me even more joy than I have felt in a long time.” He studies me closely as he speaks. The room grows silent again, and his gaze seems to be burning into my soul.

“Do you know what sex is?” he asks. I look up at him in confusion. I’d never heard the word before.

“No," I whisper. His eyes slightly narrow.

“How many years have you been alive,” he asks.

“Eighteen,” I say. I don’t bother telling him it would be 19 in 2 months. Not like he would care.

“How old were you when we first arrived?” he asks. I feel like I’m suddenly in an interview.

“Ten,” I say. Bitterness creeps through me. They took everything from us.

“So young. And naïve.” I look up and he’s already in front of me, placing his fingers underneath my chin. The close proximity of his body to mine is deafening.

“If only you knew the things I have in store for you.”.