TW: vomit, talk of starvation (there will be a safe tldr next chapter so no one misses anything)
Sir prepared me lunch and I scarfed it down in a minute flat, ignoring both his and Master's warnings of an upset stomach by doing so. "Jesus! When was the last time you ate!" Sir exclaims, laughing as he grabs my empty dish. I try to wrack my brain but I'm unable to pinpoint an answer.
Almost like a someone pushed a button I start to feel bile rise up my throat. I jump off the island and throw myself over the sink as everything I just ate comes back up. Even after everything in my stomach is brought back up, the nausea continues causing me to puke up straight bile.
After a solid ten minutes of puking up everything, with tears rolling down my cheeks, I heave and try to catch my breath as Master rubs circles on my back and Sir places a cool towel on the back of my neck. I manage to calm myself down, no longer heaving but the tears still roll. I rinse my mouth out using tap water and slide down the cabinets. "We told you," Sir complains but is given a sharp look by Master causing him to shut up quickly.
"When and what was your last meal?" Master demands, his tone something I've never heard from him before. I run through the days in my head and figure that it had at least been a few days. "I'm not too sure. Probably, three- maybe four days ago," I tell him. Sir falls to his knees in front of me, grasping my shoulder.
"What?! Three days!" He exclaims, pure fear in his eyes.
"What was it?" Master asks, his voice and tone level.
"The usual. A couple of bread rolls, an apple and some water," I say, lolling my head into my hand, completely exhausted from the ordeal of the past few minutes.
"This fucking company!" Sir exclaims, jumping to his feet, furious.
"Connor!" Master snaps at him, "go for a walk. You need to calm down."
"Calm down! Are you serious? They fucking starved him Marcus! Who's to say they don't do that to everyone! Its fucking dangerous," Sir responds, waving his arms in the air.
"Walk. Now!" Master says, his voice like ice as he points out into the hall and Sir storms out.
"It, it wasn't the company," I tell him, my voice sounding like a million miles away, my vision becoming blurry.
"What do you mean?" He asks, holding me up as I start to fall. Before I'm able to explain myself, the corners of my vision go white, slowly consuming my view before collapsing completely into Master's arms.
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I wake up, my head spinning. I hear the beeping of a hospital monitor and snap my eyes open.
"shsh," Sir calmly lulls, resting a hand on my shoulder. I'm not greeted with the usual blinding white lights and walls of a hospital room, realizing I'm still in the mansion. "Wait here, I'll be right back," Sir tells me and leaves the room.
I look around at the unfamiliar room. There are a couple of chairs up against the wall, about ten feet from the edge of the bed I'm in. The door is off to the left wall, beside a small kitchenette area with a sink and some cabinets. A box of gloves is mounted to the wall beside the sink. Overall everything is set up pretty similar to a private hospital room. There's an IV that I'm connected to, the stand looking identical to those in hospital rooms, same with the monitors to my other side. The bed however is a hundred times more comfortable than those in hospitals.
Sir returns with Master and another man. He looks in his early thirties. He has shaggy black hair similar to Master's, just shorter, and shaved at the sides. He wears a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and bleach stained jeans. He examines me without saying a word. He checks my pupil reaction along with some blood pressure and other shit I have no idea about. All the while completely silent, he nods to Master and tries to leave the room.
"Wait," Master says and the man turns around. Master starts to move his hands and I eventually catch on that he's signing. I don't catch anything he says but the two of them sign until the man eventually leaves, closing the door behind him.
"What'd they say?" Sir asks.
"They said to keep him on the IV until tomorrow and to slowly feed him through smoothies and work our way back to solids," Master says, addressing Sir, but talking to the room. Everyone stayed pretty quite, probably waiting for me to say something, but I won't, or rather can't.
I sit up in the bed, both of them quickly moving to help me, but I manage to sit up before hand. I huff crossing my arms in the process. "Look, as much as I'm grateful for all this - which I am - It's not a big deal. I'm not made of glass, I don't need smoothies or an IV, I'm fine so can you just not?" I tell them, staring at the foot of the bed, frustrated.
I waited to listen to either of them tell me off but there was silence. "Listen," Sir starts, sitting in the chair by the bed. "We know that you're not glass, but you also have to realize that you need care right now."
A hand grabs my shoulder, "You're not fine, and you will get smoothies and the IV is staying in," Master says sternly, leaving the room shortly after.
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It's been about a week since the incident. I was taken off the stupid IV the night of, and I'm finally about to solid food after smoothie meals for five days. I hate to admit it, but I am doing better and can finally keep down my food.
Master promised that now I'm healthy, they'd be going back to training me fully, rather than working on my quote 'attitude'. Throughout this past week, I've been supposedly wracking up points of punishment for attitude or not calling them 'Sir' or 'Master'.
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an: this was a bit of a heavy chapter but don't worry, we'll go back to the usual next chapter ;)
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The Red Market (mxmxm)
RomanceIn a world where those who are down on their luck can sell themselves to certain markets, Elliot finds himself tied up, being auctioned into a crowd of wealthy masked strangers, where two men find a particular liking to him.
