The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 8 -

I get woken up by Master knocking on my bedroom door. I sit myself up as he walks in.  I calmly get out of bed and kneel beside it as Master walks up to me. We've been doing this for about a week now, so its become a part of my routine. 

Master crouches in front of me, "Did you have a good sleep?" he asks. I try to stifle my yawn but fail to as I try to respond. Master chuckles and stands back up. "Head into the shower, we'll be waiting," he tells me, walking away. 

I get to my feet, still half asleep, as I walk to the en-suite bathroom. 

When I come out of the bathroom, a pile of clothes was layed out on the foot of the bed. Since being here I have not gotten a single piece of clothing, so why now? 

I hang my towels up before going over to examine the clothes. I lift up the first piece of clothing and as it falls, the dots are connected. Its a fucking maid dress. And not just a regular maid dress, no, if I were to wear this, it wouldn't cover my ass or even come close. Something in me snaps and I throw the dress down on the bed. 

I swing open the door and run down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sir sits on the island, drinking a cup of coffee as Master was making eggs at the stove. They both look over towards me in confusion. 

"I'm not fucking wearing that! The amount of shit I've tolerated, I've fucking had it! You're not putting me it that!" I yell out, staring Master directly in the eyes. I trudge back upstairs and close the bedroom door behind me. 

As soon as I close the door, realization hits me. I've been accumulating punishments for almost two weeks and now I've gone and fucked over everything. But its too late now, there's no way I'm about to apologize. 

As I stand in front of the door, I hear the turning of the door knob. I jump back and away from the door to see Master coming in. I struggle to keep my ground but manage to look at him. He's most definitely mad, but not much more than what I've seen before. 

"Do you want to try that again?" Master says, his voice like pure ice. My heart falls into my stomach as his words hit me. 

"I'm not fucking wearing that," I say pointedly, walking towards him. What am I doing?! I felt like I had no control of my voice or legs. I know I'm making things so much worse, but something in me eggs me to take it further. 

Master smirks and turns around, leaving the room. I hold my breath as I listen to Master walk down the stairs and down into the basement. I try to calm down my breathing as it wants to hitch in my throat. 

Sir walks into the room, surprisingly not mad. In fact, he looks like he's seen a ghost. "Eli!" Sir says in a hushed yell. "Are you crazy?!" 

"I'm not fucking wearing it," I stick to my guns.

"Its a dress!" He exclaims. 

"I don't care! I've had it. I'm not about to be some doll you two can dress up! Its embarrassing," I explain. 

"Look," Sir huffs. "I get it, but Master is fucking pissed. He never gets pissed like that," He says, more concern in his voice than anger. 

"Yeah right," I scoff.

"Look. As someone who's been there before, I'm scared for you. I've only ever seen him like this once."

"Oh yeah? What happened then?" I ask, crossing my arms. 

Sir sighs, grabbing my shoulders, "Look, I don't care if you listen to me, but just know, when I didn't apologize, I was in the dog house." He lets go and starts to leave the room, "Literally. For two days," he tells me over his shoulder before walking down the hall.