Another Bird for a cage (MikeyxReader)

A rose by any other name is still.... me

I feel so fucken cheated. Like really.

My mind had calmed down... a bit in the few minutes I had come into this room. I sat on a plain bed whose sole purpose was probably just to sleep since it's rigidness didn't provide much comfort. Honestly though, this room was better then the whirlwind disaster of a room I was before though. They could've told me to wait here even the tv was bigger than the laptop.

Why was I so mad? Do I love him? No. Do I want to own him?.... Meh. Did I want him to want me? Eh I  could go either way if it means i wont be disposed of.... I wanna make him suffer. Especially since he can end my life At any moment.

My thoughts only being interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned to stare before I ignored it grabbing another chicken leg from the bucket the deep crunchiness of the chicken drowning out my inner voice.

At least this is pretty good chicken.

Another resounding knock happen at the door. I got up walked to the door, pushing the lock button before turning to ignore it again.

I placed the now empty bucket down heading to the door which held a restroom. I guess the premise of this room was pretty convenient. If you work too hard, then you could sleep, unless it was use for more "lucrative" business meeting my mind thought.

Chill this room ain't the least bit romantic or upscale for that. That mattress was like a rock.

I returned to the room from washing my hands, feeling oddly too open and exposed now. Oh how I just wanted to ignore these feelings and sit on the bed again but sometimes my insecurities and desires won out. Fuck those omega desires. oh was it just me. Were things finally catching up to me... Naw fuck that insecurity. I wanted to build something comfortable like a nest... naw fuck that I just was emotionally tired from the confrontation a moment ago I needed to recharge I told myself. Which was partly true. I had exhausted too many pheromones today and had my little outburst. I grabbed the top sheet wrapping myself looking like ET, wishing someone would put me on a bike and send me the fuck home.

The knocking on the door sounded once more.

Looking around the room I decided to crawl under the bed after much deliberation. I needed a break. As I curled up under the bed my eyes grew heavy drifting to sleep. The excessive use of pheromones mixed with stress finally taking a toll on me. The anger in me providing an oddly comforting peace that only weighed my mind down enough to sleep.

"Y/n" a smooth voice cooed at me.
"Y/n" the voice invaded my sleep causing my drowsy eyes to open. I felt oddly heavy. The air around me feeling oddly light. ah this feeling once more.

"Ah babygirl, come here. It's okay" the voice cooed more.

I felt so comfortable half asleep I crawled to the voice. Ever so slowly, stopping as I reached the end of the bed, not wanting to fully expose myself. The comfort of the darkness and silence once again overtaking me.

"Y/n" the voice called to me as i felt a hand delicately graze my face. The warmness exciting as I chilled my body.

Such a nice voice.

The warm body temperature beckoning me. I wanted more. More!

My eyes shot open. The heat of my body still prevailing as I felt the thin layer of sweat cling to me causing a chill to run up my spine. My eyes darting to look around only to be greeted with the same desolate room.

Fucken shit

It was a dream as I realized I was still very much deep under the bed after whacking my head from startling awake. I crawled my way out heading once more to the restroom to freshen up. How long had I been out? What time is it now? My reflection ever so slightly looking back at me. I stared at myself. Damn.