Mistaken for Love

Shut Up! Peasant!

Drip drip drip. 

I shoo away whatever is annoying my beauty sleep and grunt in disapproval. Go away, whatever you are!  I squeeze my eyes tight shut and try to let the sleep stick.

"Five more minutes!" I beg as I turn over and curl into myself deeper. As long as my alarm isn't going off, I will stay in this bed. Everything feels odd, even my blankets feel weird, but rationalization is thrown out the window if I am promised an extra minute of sleep. Insomnia is a nightmare, and I sleep when I can. I have terrible sleep patterns, but I know right now that I have every right to sleep right now.

"Come on Princess. You need to get up now." A voice coos. I frown and face myself away from the sound.

"I need my beauty sleep." I grumble into my arm.

"I have cake and tea waiting for you." His voice is chocolaty smooth. I feel a gentle caress on my cheek before a few kissy sounds are made in attempt to rouse me.

"Shut up you peasant! Sleep is precious." I don't care who is talking, or why they called me princess, "I promise I'll do anything for you if you just let me sleep." With that promise, the chocolaty voice seemed to stop and I let my mind finally wander back into my dream state.

 Even as I close my eyes and rest, there's an itch at the back of my sleep muddled mind. My bed seems to have frozen solid, into a brick of ice, and my weighted blanket's pressure on my body seems nonexistent. I shift in my sleep, wanting to desperately fall back into the black bliss I was in before. My body starts to shiver. I squeeze my eyes shut and curl deeper into myself. I don't want to get up yet. 

No matter what I do, my body is waking up. I yawn and start to sit up with a sigh. "Ow!" I cry out and rub the sleep out of my eyes to see clear ceiling  above me where I hit my head. A quick inspection of my surroundings and I realize I'm in some sort of mirror box. The walls are all mirrors, the bottom being concrete, and the top some type of Plexiglas. I shove my shoulder into one of the mirrors, and it doesn't budge. The corners of the cage are rounded with cement securing the mirrors tightly in place. I had enough room to lay myself out longways, but not enough height to sit up fully. 

My breathing starts to become erratic and I push and shove at the walls. My hands start to shake and I see black spots starting to form in my vision. 

"Hello?" My voice is shakier than I want it to be and I pound on the walls as best I can. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I scream in protest. I kick the ceiling, it moves a bit and I kick again, "I want OUT!" It seems impossible to try and get air into my lungs in this space and don't care if glass shatters on me or not, I will demolish everything in my path for more space. I need more room. I need room to breath. I kick the ceiling repeatedly, but it seems that the coffin I am in is locked from the outside and the only way to get out is through the top. 

"HELP ME! Get me out of here. I need to get out of here. Please, help me! Someone get me out of here right now, I can't breath, I can't breath. Ple-" There isn't enough air in my lungs to even try and finish my pleas for help as I hear sounds of movement outside the box. I slap my palms repeatedly on the glass to get the attention of whoever has entered to get me out. I NEED OUT! 

"So now you're awake." The chocolaty voice from my dreams responds. I was a deer in headlights as the semi familiar face appears into view, the cashier from last night smiles down at me. 

I pull the sorry excuse for a blanket, tight around me and keep eye contact with the man, uncertain of what's going to happen next. I gripped the opaque fabric like it was a shield. At some point he had undressed me and put into what I can only describe as strings and lace. A thick leather collar with fur interior was attached to my neck. Similar leather cuffs were attached to my wrists, with no way to remove them.

My frozen state of protection as my chest heaved and I gasped for air, lasted for an eternity. My breaths had finally slowed to a normal pace as he  continued to look down at me. He continuously raked his eyes across me like I was his brand new toy he got for his birthday. He placed a hand on the glass, from above, and lowered his face closer to me. 

His breath fogged up the glass as he stared and said, "Don't worry, you're going to be alright." I felt a chill run down my back and my butt was turning numb from the cold concrete and lack of movement. 

With what little courage I had left I rasped, "I want to go home." I tried to swallow the tears threatening to spill down my face as my knuckles whitened on the semi-transparent sheet. 

"Oh, my sweet little pet, you are home." The man then unlocked the lid of my cage and proceeded to reach in to touch me. I swatted away at his hand and tried to sit up. 

White hot pain shot through my neck and all across my body as my neck went above the top of the cage. I screamed out in pain, falling back against the concrete, writhing in agony from the pain coming from my neck. 

"Naughty, naughty" the man chided as he shook his finger at me like he was talking to a misbehaving child. I clutched my neck and tried my hardest to claw away the collar locked onto my neck. He then decided to try and pet my head as one would with a dog and I dodged his hand again. His jaw tightened, "You promised to behave if I let you sleep more, now keep your word princess or face the consequences!"

He stretched his hand out, this time towards my neck. I dug my fingernails into his hand as I grabbed it. "I was in a drugged sleep asshole! Get the FUCK away from me you dickwad." I dug my nails in deeper into him, hoping to draw blood.

I let go a millisecond later as pain surged through my arms from the cuffs. A yelp escapes my throat. "Don't test me princess." This time the man grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back so that my eyes meet his. "I'm trying to take care of you, now LISTEN." He pulls tighter on my scalp and my eyes burn. He leans into the cage, so much so, that his body is practically atop of me, "These cuffs will shock you if you leave your cage without permission," he holds out a leash, "this is the access key that makes it so you wont get hurt if you leave your cage. I also have this," he shows his wrist watch to me. I absorb the information as my aching muscles and joints clearly do not want to get shocked again, "I can zap you anytime you're disobedient or naughty. I'll be doing some tests on you, but don't worry they're perfectly safe. First I want to make sure you know the rules, and understand your place here. You may call me Master Jack. If you're well behaved, I will allow you to have some other privileges as well. I prefer silence above all else, so no speaking.

"If you go to the bathroom in your room, you will be punished. If you do anything before I tell you to do it, you will be punished. If you try to escape again, you will be punished. I am your owner now and you don't have to worry about getting hurt anymore. I only punish you out of love, to make sure you are safe and secure. Hopefully one day you will love me as much as I loved seeing the sight of you for the first time." His dull grey eyes stared into me and back down my body before he finished off, "You will follow all my commands. Your purpose here is to please me."

I felt my throat tighten and my eyes shifted from my outfit to the position he held over me. My left hand began to shake, as it did from my anxiety, and I tried to breath to the best of my ability. I hate this outfit! I hate this man! Who the fuck does he think he is? He is so crazy, I cannot deal with this. 

"For your first official command, I demand that you kiss me."

Okay so honestly didn't know what I was going to do when I started off this chapter. I didn't really expect it to somehow turn into petplay, but somehow it did. Oops? Anyway, I have big plans for this story. I do hope it isn't a terrible first draft. 

Anyhoo-I'd love feedback ;) BYYYYYYYYEEEEEE