Pet - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Such a scenic view. In all my years I’ve never seen anything like it. I can’t tear my eyes away from the large waterfall as it crashes below. My eyes travel up to the edge of the crested hill where the sun is slowly sinking, casting an orange glow over the land. You don’t see this kind of sunset in the blight. I hear the sound of the door being unlocked on the other side and immediately scurry to my position by the bed, on my knees.

I bow my head just in time as the door opens and I don’t bother looking up. I hear Remus’ footsteps as he walks into the room, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. Doesn’t even tell me I can move. Fear is an understatement. I am terrified of this man. Or being.

It took me 2 days to fully recover from his soul-sucking. And that was the most terrifying and painful time of my life. I’ve never felt such erratic pain in my life. And I never want to feel it. I’ve seen Remus less and less lately. And he rarely acknowledges me. Which is fine by me because I don’t want him to feed off of my essence ever again.

He walks right next to me, placing something on the bed behind me.

“You may move," he says simply. I let out a relaxed breath, slowly getting to my feet. I don’t bother to look at him, I only turn to see what it is he’s placed behind me. I furrow my brow in confusion. A dress? It’s a beautiful dress. It’s a startling white with silver diamonds encasing it. The sleeves are long and elegant, but the length of the dress looks like it would only fall to my thighs.

I hear Remus’ retreating footsteps and look up, to see him walking away from me. He’s heading towards one of the large chairs, taking a seat. His emotionless eyes roam over me, and he holds his hand out for me. I immediately make my way to him. He watches me the whole way, his gaze never wavering. I’ve never met such an emotionless being in my life. He’s like a statue. He never smiles, never speaks, and hardly moves. He’s obviously inhuman, but it’s still unnerving and downright scary.

He gently tugs on my arm, causing me to fall in his lap. I keep my eyes trained on his chest, my heart rate beginning to rise just from being near him. I feel his fingers under my chin as he moves my gaze to meet his. Staring into his eyes takes my breath away. They are such a mesmerizing color, and so entrancing, I can’t even bring myself to think straight anymore. He always has this effect on me.

His eyes drop to my lips, and I feel my blood turn to ice. Fear grips me hard. Remus seems to sense my emotions. A small smile appears on his face. And by smile, I mean a slight upturn of the corner of his lip, that I can only see because I am sitting in his lap.

He turns me around, pushing my hair away from my neck, as his lips latch on to the skin. I gasp as tiny tingles of pleasure explode from that very spot. I feel his tongue swirling around in a circle on my throat, eliciting more and more pleasure. A soft moan escapes my lips.

I feel the hard press of Remus’ erection straining against his pants as I sit on top of his lap. His hands slowly reach around the front of my body, pulling me flush against him.

“Do you feel that my pet,” he whispers against my throat. I don’t know if he’s referring to himself, or my own arousal. I’m so lost in my lust-filled haze, that I almost jump out of his arms when I hear a loud beep. He chuckles behind me, standing and walking away from me.

“Time to prepare.”

After fighting with the servants, and Remus threatening me, I am eventually scrubbed, clothed, and dressed up for some kind of occasion. The tight material of this dress feels strange against my skin. I keep tugging at the hem of the dress because it clings to my thighs so tightly.

Ruth comes to me with some diamond flats.

“The master wishes for you to wear these tonight.” She says. I stare at her in shock. She spoke to me? I tilt my head trying to look into her eyes, but her head is dipped down while she messes with my feet.

“Ruth,” I whisper. She doesn’t respond.

“Ruth, can you hear me?” I whisper hastily.

“She can’t respond to you unless I will it.” I jump out of my seat as Remus walks in the room. My mouth goes dry at the sight. He’s dressed in all white. Which strange enough looks really good on him even with his white hair. The top of his outfit though has a high collar and a cape that locks around the front and covers his entire body. Even his hair is out. Not in that ponytail, and it flows freely down his back.

“And her name isn’t Ruth,” he says shocking me out of my staring. I mentally slap myself. I forgot that I named them personally. Remus walks towards us, and Ruth moves out the way before he can say anything.

He kneels down to where Ruth was and begins fastening the strange-looking shoes around my feet.

“You will be on your best behavior tonight,” he says. His eyes don’t leave his task, but he doesn’t have to look at me for me to know that he’s deadly serious. He finally looks up at me, some of his white strands falling away from his face.

“Remember the rules, and things will run smoothly. Defy me, and you may very well get yourself killed.” I flinch from his words. He slowly stands, and I expect him to walk away but he doesn’t. He does the exact opposite. He brings a white-collar out. And not just a normal collar.

There is a chain leading from the front of the throat to two separate cuffs for my arms to go through. And for the first time since he told me to consider myself broken, a flame ignites inside of me. All the resentment I’ve kept stashed away bubbling up to the surface. I narrow my eyes at him, and I know the moment he sees my rebellious spirit.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think that I’m putting that on,” I growl in hatred. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stares me down. Then his eyebrow raises, and I see something flash behind his purple gaze. Something dangerous.

He slowly reaches out, and I do my best to stand my ground and be brave. His hand brushes across my collar bone lightly then trails to the low collar of the dress. He loops a finger underneath it and yanks me roughly into his body.

“I’d rather not get blood on such a lovely dress.” His gaze is traveling over the dress, nonchalantly, and then it raises up to mine. And I can see the blue in his purple gaze burning.

“Don’t push me, Iris. You won’t like the results.” We stare each other down, and I can feel all of my resolve breaking. Crumbling. I try and keep on my brave façade, but he’s too intimidating. Would you stand tall in front of a firing squad? Would you stand your ground against a bear? Or maybe a lion? Remus is more dangerous than all of those combined.

He has the collar around my throat before I can blink. He roughly yanks my arms in the velvet cuffs as well and pulls on the leash that connects them to him. He pulls so hard and suddenly, I stumble a little.

“You will be on your best behavior tonight, Iris," he says. He walks towards the door and roughly yanks on the leash again. He made a big mistake the moment he forced these on me. Maybe I didn’t have the motivation before, but now, I feel like a different person. I am Iris, and I lead the fiercest group of girls through the fucking takeover. I’ll be damned if I willingly submit anything to him in these chains. Just wait. He’ll regret taking me to this destination the moment we arrive.

It’s hard keeping up with Remus and gazing at the large walls that surround me. I’ve only ever seen the outside of buildings, and they were in ruins. They couldn’t compare to the large elegant hall around me. I hear voices, and look up to see people that aren’t slaves, speaking to Remus.

But they’re speaking in a language I’ve never heard before. It’s the same language that he was speaking when he first laid eyes on me. The man that is speaking to Remus's gaze travels towards me, and I immediately look down remembering Remus's warning. They speak for a little while longer, and suddenly, I feel a presence in front of me, but I keep my eyes down.

“Good girl.” Remus's voice comes out of the silence. His mocking tone causing anger to boil up inside of me. Everything else happens fairly quickly. There is a loud announcement in his language, followed by adoring applause, and the opening of the large door.

Remus steps into the room, pulling me along with him. I keep my head bowed in humiliation at being paraded in front of all these beings like this. I look up slightly and notice that everyone is bowing as he passes. Also, Remus and I seem to be the only ones wearing white. I move my eyes back down to the floor before anyone calls me out, following Remus through the room. The applause still doesn’t stop. Not even when we we’re carried up a flight of stairs by a floating plank.

Once we reach the top, my eyes widen as realization dawns on me from the sight before me. It explains everything. The applause, the announcement, the bows. There’s a large throne, and Remus is making his way towards it.

I remain standing as Remus takes his seat, his arrogant gaze traveling towards me. With a smirk of his lips, he yanks on my chains, causing me to step forward.

“Kneel.”

I slowly kneel, keeping my eyes trained down. I’m directly next to him, except that I am kneeling as his pitiful slave.

Introductions pass, and I’m pretty sure Remus gave a speech but I couldn’t understand it, but now some Leviathan are going back to the party. Since we are so high up, I can keep my head bowed and my gaze steady as I look at the beings below. I was right. None of them are wearing white. Only Remus and I. Not only that, but Remus is the only one with white hair, and from what I’ve seen so far the unusually purple eyes. Just what exactly is he?

“The white is a sign of nobility. My nobility to be specific. I am the only one that can wear it.” I jump as Remus speaks from behind me.

“I can see the gears turning in your head. You’re curious are you not?” I keep my mouth shut, unaware if this is a trap or not.

“You may respond," he says. I bite my tongue to keep from giving him some kind of snide remark.

“Yes...sir.” I grit out.

“I see you’re still bitter about the attire.”

“Look around, Iris. All of the slaves have the same thing as you.” I look around and realize that he is right. The others also have much less clothing than me. Some have on basically lingerie, their masters holding onto their leashes and laughing with each other as if they don’t have a human being enslaved next to them.

My gaze wanders to the ones with inhibitors on. Standing next to their masters with blank gazes. It makes my heartache. It’s despicable. I turn my gaze on Remus, anger fueling me.

“How can you live with yourself,” I hiss. His face doesn’t break any kind of emotion.

“Calm yourself, Iris,” he says it so low, I’m surprised I hear it. I turn my gaze slowly to the people around me. This is horrific. And I can’t understand how they can do this and really believe that it’s ok.

“The sooner you come to grips with your position in society, the easier your life will be.”

The night drags on, and Leviathan come to greet Remus, each of them bowing before approaching him and making sure not to touch him at all. Not one of them speaks to him in English. They all speak in their native tongue.

As I look around, I notice that some of the Leviathin are eating food. I stare just to make sure that it is the case. Yes. Some of them have platters with food on them. I wait until the next visitor leaves.

“I thought you said your race doesn’t eat like we do,” I ask.

“I never said my race, pet. Like I said earlier, I am nobility," he says closing the discussion. Each time he answers my question about himself, he only opens more questions than answers. I try and focus on something more than the obvious distaste that this entire party is giving me, but pause when I see someone in the crowd.

Leah. One of my girls. Her gaze is obviously blank, meaning whoever has her has an inhibitor on her. All of my fear is blown out the window as a newfound hope is planted within me. She’s alive. I slowly sit up taller, trying to gaze at her longer. All of my resolve, all of my reluctance, is gone. Now need possesses me. I need to talk to her. To hug her, anything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I take note that Remus is speaking to someone, meaning he won’t be holding on to the one thing keeping me rooted to the spot other than fear. The leash. I jump up, landing on my feet, ignoring the gasps that erupt.

I immediately jerk the chain towards me and out of Remus’ reach and take off down the steps. My only goal is Leah. People are looking in shock, as I reach the ground and push past them, putting my hands on them to shove them out of the way.

“Leah!” I shout, trying to get through the throngs of bodies.

“Leah!” I try again. My legs are pumping as fast as they can, and I don’t think about anything other than the fear that I am feeling. I finally see her. She’s standing with a blank gaze, looking at nothing behind what I’m assuming is her master.

“Leah!” I scream, but she doesn’t respond. My eyes are stinging from the tears that are surfacing. For the first time since my capture, I feel joy. I smash into her, trying to wrap my arms around her but am unable to due to the way I’m bound.

“Leah, Please!” I scream placing my hands on her face. I’m roughly jerked away from her, and to my shock, it isn’t Remus that is doing so. It is another being. He’s growling at me and raises his hand to strike me. Out of nowhere, Remus appears catching his hand. Remus towers over this man easily, and he looks like I’ve never seen him before. Angry. Murderously angry. The man screams just as a pop is heard throughout the room. People gasp, and I faintly register that everyone has stopped to watch the drama unfold.

Remus grabs the man by the shirt, and pulls him close to him, growling out something in his native tongue. Even I shiver from his tone. He shoves the man so hard, he stumbles and falls on his butt, his arm completely out of place at a strange angle.

Remus turns to look at me, and even though he’s wearing white, he looks pure evil. I’m paralyzed in fear. Completely. He grabs onto my chains, but I yank them away before he can, gathering my wits and begin screaming at him. I am going to make him regret bringing me in public.

“Don’t touch me! You’re fucking despicable! All of you are! You enslave us, like it’s normal, and go about your lives like we don’t matter! We have every right to freedom that you do!” I scream. Remus grabs onto my chain, yanking hard sending me stumbling towards him. I fall to my knees losing my balance.

I look up at him, letting hate fuel me. Because if I stopped to think about my actions, I would have never bothered

“You can try all you want, but you will never break me,” I hiss. I spit at his feet for emphasis and keep my gaze trained on him as he stares at me. His face is stone. And his eyes narrow slightly. I hear loud gasps around me, people outraged and shocked some even murmur.

My heart dips into my stomach. Remus smiles. A small rise in the corner of his mouth. He keeps my leash in his hands as he walks around me slowly.

“You are right. Maybe I can’t break you.” I want to vomit as I realize the direction of his footsteps.

Leah.

He grabs her roughly, bringing her in close to him.

“But...” He takes the silver dot off of her temple.

“I can...” He yanks the collar from around her throat, and her dull gaze leaves, as her fear-ridden face appears. She’s conscious. Her gaze meets mine milliseconds before Remus finally speaks.

“Break her.” With that, he throws her roughly to the ground and brings his foot down on her leg. The loud snap fills the room. As does Leah’s cry of agony.

“No!” I scream trying to reach for her, but Remus stops me by yanking me back. He leans over slightly, grabbing Leah’s arm in his, and with a swift squeeze, another pop echoes the giant ballroom. Leah’s screaming and begging and crying, and I’m doing the same along with her. But Remus ignores the both of us, seeming to enjoy himself.

His purple gaze cuts to me, freezing me in place as fear grips my heart.

“Shall we go for her neck next?” he says mockingly.

“Please! Please!!” I’m screaming bloody murder unable to do anything to stop him as he makes his way towards Leah, his hand lightly caressing her throat.

“Please! I’ll do anything, please!” I scream. Remus pauses.

He walks past me, grabbing my chains and dragging me out of the room. I don’t have the time to stand, and I look back at Leah, despair crushing me. Leah was the one in the group you could always count on for combat. And now, she is writhing in agony in the middle of the crowded room.

I don’t know how long, or how far Remus drags me, but I kick and scream the whole way. Remus grabs me by the collar, picking me up roughly slamming me into the wall. I grunt in pain when the wall collides with the back of my head.

“Shut your mouth before I cut out your tongue,” he hisses. I immediately shut up. He looks to the left, at someone, and speaks. He then looks back to me.

“You seem to lack the understanding of the position you are in. So let me refresh your memory.”

“Regardless of your wishes, you will do as I say. You are here to serve me. To please me. Not the other way around. You belong to me.” A man comes out of nowhere, bowing to Remus as he speaks their language. Remus responds and drops me, not giving me a chance to catch my breath before he’s dragging me again.

The room is black and red. The carpet is a deep blood red, and the walls are black. I guess this is what the Leviathan consider a hotel room. Remus drags me to the bed, throwing me roughly into the soft mattress, and reaching above me as he locks the chains around my arms in place so that they are stretched over my head.

I gasp and struggle, trying to get free. I want to kill him. I want to break his limbs like he did Leah’s.

“Stop your struggling.” His voice comes out like a whip. He steps back, removing the cape and dropping it to the ground, all the while his gaze never leaves me.

“What am I to do with such an ill-mannered pet?” He walks away from me after staring me down and begins slowly taking off his clothes across the room. He removes the jewelry around his arms, and his shirt leaving him in a white pair of pants.

“I thought that we went over the rules, Iris. I thought you understood.” He sounds almost disappointed.

“Do what you want with me, I will never obey you!” I regret it the moment it leaves my lips. Remus's gaze turns dangerous. I just challenged him, and I think he accepted it. He walks back to where I am on the bed, taking a seat on the edge.

He reaches out grabbing my jaw between his fingers as he gazes at me with that terrifying expression.

“Such a hot-tempered mouth for such a feeble being,” he says as if he’s mocking me. I jerk my head and try to bite him. Pain explodes across my face. My cheek is stinging like crazy. He’s looking at me in disgust. Did he just fucking slap me?

“I think that it’s time I show you what you are to me.” He reaches up, undoing my arms and taking the chains off of my body. I take my chance and swat at him, but he easily dodges and catches my hand in his. He raises my arms above my head, holding them there in his steely grip. He squeezes and I cringe in pain.

I expect him to break my arms but he does the exact opposite. He leans into me and presses a soft kiss on my neck. His lips are so soft, they feel almost like petals. He then beings to nibble slightly, and eventually sucks on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.

My body grows warm. But I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I hear him chuckle and open my eyes to gaze at him.

“You can try to fight me all you want, but I know your body. Your, body. I was going to be gentle with you since it would be your first time, but you have grown too bold in a matter of hours. It’s time to teach you a lesson.”