master elmo

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after a very long car ride, we arrived at a GIANT mansion. elmo got out of his very expensive lamborghini and walked over to my door.

"what a gentlem-"

elmo opened up my door and threw me on the pavement before i could finish my sentence.

"get up BITCH!", he commanded.
"s-s-s-s-sorry e-elmo"
"save your apologies for the bedroom.", he replied with a smirk.

we walked into his huge mansion. then we walked up the stairs and he showed me to my room.

"this is your room, y/n. i hope you like it.", he said with a smile.
"it's very nice.", i replied as i looked around the room.

the room was ENORMOUS.  the bed was king sized and lavender, my favorite color. there was an attached bathroom with a shower that could fit at least 10 people. it looked like it was straight out of a porno.

elmo turned to me, "alright, let's go over the rules."
"r-r-r-rules?"
"yes, i have many rules for you and if you want to be mine then you need to abide by them."
"well technically i don't want to be yours because my mother sold me to support her cocaine ad-"

i was cut off by a harsh slap to the face.

"RULE NUMBER ONE! you will not interrupt me while i'm thinking!", he shouted.
"how the fuck am i supposed to know when you're thinki-"
"SILENCE!"

i figured it was best to stay quiet.

he pulled out a piece of paper with a list of rules on it and handed it to me.

1. you will not call me elmo. you may call me: daddy, master, or sir.

2. you will wake up everyday at 9am for breakfast. after breakfast you shall go for your morning walk. you will get fed 3 meals a day because i need my babygirl to eat. 

3. we will fuck ANYWHERE i want. you don't have a say in it at all. yes, that is technically sex slavery, but i don't care.

4. if you are bad i will have to punish you like the naughty little kitten you are.

5. you may earn privileges like leaving the house by yourself after a few weeks. again, this is technically slavery and i could go to jail so don't tell anyone. it'll be our little secret mamas.

"do you understand the rules,
y/n?"
"y-y-es sir."
"good. it's getting late. i'll let you get a good nights rest. goodnight my little kitten."
"goodnight sir..."

i unpacked all my clothes and my things. i saw my journal in the bottom of my suitcase. i grabbed a pen and started writing my first entry.

dear diary,

today i met my new "owner"? his name is elmo. apparently i'm going to be a sex slave? i'm lowkey kinda weirded out but whatever. at first i was slightly disgusted by him, but when he opened the car door and threw me on the concrete, i felt a spark. i'm not in love with him but i think that i eventually could be. i'm going to sleep now. i hope i die in my sleep.

-y/n

i set my journal down on my nightstand and went to sleep.