kitten || muke au

nine

...

they hadn't spoken to each other in three days.

the first day they had no intention of even meeting each other's eyes.

michael stayed in his room all day, doing absolutely nothing because luke had his phone and laptop. michael only came out to eat and even then they wouldn't see each other. luke set out some food on the table and left it there for michael to walk down to and eat thirty minutes later. like michael was his pet. like he was a nuisance.

on the second day michael cried in his room.

he cried because he thought luke didn't want him. he cried because he screwed things up for himself. luke stayed in his office, terrified his kitten was slowly building up hatred for him, but but not going up there to talk to him. luke had to show dominance, and this time he didn't ask ashton for advice. michael started reading one of the books on his shelf, he didn't even know which one and didn't care, to pass the time.

when the third day started luke showered for almost two hours.

he didn't even know what he did in there to keep him for so long, but he checked the clock, and yeah, his shower lasted two hours. michael had finished the book series he started yesterday (a grand total of five books in two days), not even bothering with reading the titles anymore. he read to let his mind off what was happening. he read it to forget.

on the fourth day michael went downstairs. he saw luke at the dining table and paused for a moment before continuing walking down the steps. there was a small bowl of soup across from luke. it sat there, waiting to be eaten. and so michael sat in front of luke and began sipping on the broth.

they didn't speak for the majority of the meal. in fact, michael scraped his bowl clean and luke was still eating his. luke was staring intently at the wooden table. his eyes were furrowed, a crease forming between them.

"your soup's getting cold." michael mewled quietly from his seat.

luke didn't look at him, he just dipped his spoon in his bowl, catching the broth before putting the spoon in his mouth. michael stared at his lips for a moment.

"I-I'm sorry." michael hung his head, eyes darting away from luke.

luke stayed silent.

"have you finished updating the software in my phone yet?" michael was desperate to talk to calum again.

luke's eyes flickered to michael's for a brief second. he looked back down at the table.

eh, not the time?

michael sighed, giving up. he grabbed his bowl and stood up, placing it in the counter and walking back upstairs.

luke hadn't spoken to michael in seven days.

even though michael poked at pointless conversation, luke stayed quiet.

they continued their routine of luke getting up, making himself amd michael breakfast, michael joining him and talking to him without any responses. then luke worked until one in the afternoon and he ordered delivery food and michael joined him to eat at the wooden table luke's eyes were so fascinated by. and then luke worked until seven and he made dinner and ate silently with michael who was blabbering on about how bored he was.

one week. and michael's pretty sure luke has gone mute.

"luke can you talk to me." michael asked, swirling his spoon in his cereal bowl mindlessly.

it was now the eighth day luke's voice disappeared. michael's desperate to get it back. it's too quiet in the house and michael finds himself flinching whenever luke walks up the stairs, almost sure he's come up to hit or spank michael, just because.

he dipped his spoon into his milk and cereal and aimed it at luke.

his thumb pulled back on the tip of the spoon, then he let go, causing milk and fruity pebbles to fly into the air and onto luke's bedhead.

"what the fuck?!" luke growled, and michael can't tell if he should be happy or scared because luke just talked for the first time in over a week and he sounds pretty pissed.

luke wiped the small droplets of rainbow and white off his head and grabbed michael's wrist so tight michael thinks he lost circulation for a second.

luke ripped the spoon out of michael's hands and threw it across the room.

"what the fuck was that?!" luke hissed, bringing michael closer to him over the table. michael is on his toes, trying to get away from luke's hot breath.

"s-sorry, luke, I, just-you wouldn't talk, I wanted... I wanted you to pay attention t-to me..." michael tried pulling his wrist back, which causes luke to pull harder, almost lifting michael off the floor.

"is this the kind of attention you want?!" luke bellowed, dragging michael's body around the table. he bumped his hip into the corner, causing his lip to jut out and his tail stick up.

"I'll show you what'll happen when you act up," luke hissed under his breath, "I'll fucking teach you a lesson."

michael is being pulled up the stairs by his wrist, his tail curling between his legs. there were gonna be bruises on his wrist tomorrow, he was sure. maybe bruises all over him tomorrow.

he whimpered quietly, pictures of the abused furries popping up into his head. chained up. choked. michael started tearing up.

"l-luke don't hurt m-me, please."

he doesn't think luke hears him, though. he's too busy mumbling to himself,

"fuck, I'll fucking teach you a lesson. you won't throw cereal in my fucking hair. you won't throw anything. fuck."

and michael was led down a hall he was forbidden to walk to through and luke opened a door at the end of the hall and michael's knees went weak.

-

y'all already know what's inside the room lol come here and guess.

lolololololol

it's 1:30 am on a school night I should really go to sleep :')

akfjsjd i can't i've created the most intense thing i kinda like it

eeeeppp we're almost at 1k reads already !!! thank u :')