My Escort👼

morning

Next morning,

As Gulf woke up, sunlight gently touched his face, making him cover his eyes with his hands. Slowly sitting on the couch, he noticed he was wearing a big, cozy hoodie and the same pants as last night, all snug under a thick blanket. He wondered who had done this for him. Could it have been Mew? No, that didn't seem right. He wasn't usually kind. Then, maybe it was his (Gulf's)mom?

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Gulf couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected things happened to him...

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room, drawing Gulf's attention towards the door. As he opened it, he was met with the stern gaze of a woman in her fifties, her disapproving expression making Gulf feel uneasy.

"Here," the woman gruffly said, handing Gulf a large breakfast plate. Gulf's eyes widened with astonishment at the sight of the delicious food before him, a rare treat he hadn't experienced since his mother's passing.

"Is this for me?" Gulf wondered aloud, his heart fluttering with hope. But before he could savor the moment, the woman's harsh words shattered his joy.

"You worthless creature, wake up the master and serve him properly, or you'll be kicked out of the house. And don't you dare touch this food – you won't eat until afternoon," she barked before turning and leaving Gulf standing alone with his thoughts.

"But I m hungry too,why can't I eat?I was a good boy last night..." Gulf thought in his mind Pouting his lips

Gulf let out a weary sigh and made his way to the table, carefully setting the breakfast plate down. He then approached Mew, who was still asleep, wrapped in his blanket.

"Master! Master, wake up," Gulf called out softly.

"Slut! Slut! Wake up," he chuckled, calling Mew the same name that the guy was calling him...

Gulf couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Mew's choice of words from the night before. With a playful grin, he reached out to tap Mew's shoulder, only to be met with a harsh push.

"Don't you dare touch me, slut!" Mew snapped, pushing Gulf's hand away as he rose from his bed.

Without another word, Mew headed to the bathroom, disappearing behind the door for a long shower, leaving Gulf alone with his thoughts.

After his shower, Mew went back to his bed and brought the table with breakfast closer. He was really hungry and started eating.

While munching, Mew noticed Gulf looking at his food.

"Why are you staring?" Mew asked in his rude tone while munching his food slowly.

Gulf hesitated, then said, "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since last night."

""You should be glad you're still breathing. Don't expect food. You deserve to starve to death, you worthless person!" Mew spat out, continuing to eat. He glanced at Gulf, who looked sadly at his own food. For a moment, Mew pondered something, then abruptly stopped eating.

"Ugh! This food is awful! I'm going to throw it out," Mew declared, standing up with his plate. Gulf watched him anxiously.

"No, wait! Why waste it when I have someone like you?" Mew sneered, motioning for Gulf to come closer. Gulf immediately obeyed, standing in front of Mew with a frightened expression.

"If you want this food, you have to do everything I say," Mew demanded, grabbing Gulf's jaw tightly.

"O-okay," Gulf stammered, feeling intimidated.

"Say that I am your master and you will do whatever I tell you," Mew commanded, glaring at Gulf as he tightened his grip on his face.

"Yes, I will," Gulf reluctantly agreed, trying to protect himself from Mew's cruelty.

Mew handed the food to Gulf and left the room. He went to the kitchen, quickly ate everything there, and tossed the plate aside. Grabbing an apple, he returned to his room to find Gulf looking troubled.

"What's wrong?" Mew asked, noticing Gulf's pouting expression.

"Now where do I clean my hands and this plate?" Gulf asked, confused.

Mew chuckled at Gulf's innocence. "Go to the kitchen, turn left, and put the plate in the sink. The maids will clean it," he instructed, placing the apple on the table before lounging on his bed, engrossed in his phone.

Sundays were boring for Mew with no classes, friends, or clubs to occupy his time. As he scrolled through his phone, Gulf returned.

"Close the door," Mew ordered, glancing at Gulf.

Gulf hesitated, his face filled with fear, but he obeyed, closing the door behind him.

""Come here," Mew commanded, resting his head on the headboard.

Gulf approached slowly and stood by the bed.

"Massage my head, it's hurting," Mew requested, and Gulf happily complied, sitting at the end of the headboard and gently massaging Mew's head. Gulf felt relieved that Mew didn't do anything mean as he had feared.

"If you're hungry, you can open the door and eat whatever you want. And if you feel weak, eat the apple," Mew said, his attention on his phone.

"Thank you, Mr. Master. I didn't know you could be kind," Gulf said with a smile as he massaged Mew's head.

"It's not kindness. In six months, I'm having a party, and I like to eat human flesh. That's why I'm treating you well now, so I can eat you later," Mew smirked, turning to look at Gulf, whose eyes widened in horror, his brow damp with sweat.

"What? You're going to eat me?" Gulf asked in disbelief.

"Yes, so enjoy your life for the next six months. After that, I'll cut you up and eat you," Mew chuckled.

"But I don't taste good... I taste terrible!" Gulf protested.

"I don't care. If you behave and obey me, maybe I won't eat you," Mew said, laughing to himself as Gulf nervously agreed to obey.

"Okay, okay, Master. I'll do whatever you say," Gulf said, holding onto Mew's shoulder.

"Call me Mew, not Master," Mew ordered.

"Okay, Meow," Gulf said, trying to remember.

"It's Mew," Mew corrected him.

"Meow," Gulf said again, making the same mistake.
"Fine, come sit in front of me. I'll explain the rules," Mew said, and Gulf obediently sat down like a child.

"Rule number one: don't talk to anyone. Rule two: don't leave this room without my permission. Rule three: don't touch my things without asking. Rule four: don't eat anything unless I say so. Rule five: you have to obey everything I say," Mew listed, looking at Gulf with a serious expression.

"What if I don't follow the rules?" Gulf asked, his curiosity piqued.

Mew stood up, picked up an apple and a knife, and sat back down in front of Gulf.

"Imagine this apple is you. Tell me which part I should cut off," Mew said, running the knife along the apple's surface and slicing off the top part.

"What did I do wrong?" Mew questioned.

"You cut off my head," Gulf answered nervously.

Mew continued to slice the apple, symbolizing cutting off Gulf's legs.

"You cut off my legs," Gulf gulped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Mew smirked, then pressed the tip of the knife under the apple's stomach part, causing Gulf's eyes to widen in shock.

"Which part, little slut?" Mew asked with a smirk.

Gulf glanced down at his crotch and instinctively covered it with his hands.

"No, no, I'll obey your every word. Please don't hurt me," Gulf pleaded, standing up when Mew looked up and grabbed his hands.

Gulf panicked at Mew's sudden touch and tried to escape, but Mew pulled him closer, leaving Gulf feeling scared and trapped.

To be continued.......

Tbc....