The Beginning of The End

Chapter Five

The past week with Ms. Venable flew by as you both settled into your new routine. Every morning at exactly six am she woke you by gently knocking on your door. You'd get ready for the day then meet her downstairs for a homemade breakfast that varied each day. You ate together mostly in silence except for when she'd correct your grammar or manners. Then you'd be locked in the home while she was gone. She never told you where she was going or when she'd be back, only that you weren't to leave and that she'd be back to eat lunch with you. You'd repeat the same routine of slightly awkward silence and stolen glances for the next two meals until she'd dismiss you for the night.

Overall, the time you spent with her was surprisingly barrable. The relationship was tense, and the resentment was still very present. The idea that she genuinely believed she had the right to purchase another human being didn't sit right with you and you'd probably never fully be over it.

 Ms. Venable was a strict woman that did not care for the opinion nor comforts of others, but something about you made her soft. She resented you for it, for making her feel weak and out of control. She wanted to punish you for stirring up feelings she though shed buried; but seeing you slightly fearful and eager to please made her fond of you regardless and she ended up treating you far kinder that she has anyone else in her life. Still not great, but it was something whether or not the red-haired woman wanted to admit it.

This morning Ms. Venable went to wake you by knocking twice on your door like she had for the past week only she didn't hear the slight grumble that you normal made when you were woken up. She fought with herself for a moment, she wanted to see if you were awake but didn't want to violate your privacy or make you uncomfortable. She wanted you to trust her because she knew trust would be essential for what she had planned. She decides to just peek her head in to make sure you're awake. After all she thought, such a small thing shouldn't break the trust you've built so far. She gently pushes your door open and peeks in, but she couldn't see you over the pile of blankets that you somehow managed to bunch up over you, so she took a few steps in.

"Mmm" you mumbled in your sleep. But it didn't seem like you were awake, so she stepped over to the side of the bed you were facing, she thought you looked adorable while you slept but she quickly banished the thought thinking it to be far to intimate. You made another hum noise and moved slightly causing your bangs to fall over your eyes. Ms. Venable carefully pushed the loose hair back and tucked it behind your ear. 

"Y/n, it's time to get up little one" she said softly. "Mmm" you responded still not fazed. She began to worry you were having a nightmare and was about to shake you awake when she heard "Mmm Ms. Venable yes". She froze, puzzled until a pleased smirk made its way to her face. You were dreaming about her. The idea of that surprised her but pleased her immensely especially because the dream seemed to be anything but proper based on the slight moans you were making and little movement of your hips.

She decided to break her own rules and let you sleep a bit longer, hoping that the dream you were having would have a positive effect on your relationship. She would have to be blind to not see that you were attracted to her. You definitely drooled over her when you first met, and she still caught your lustful gaze every so often even after what she done. With that thought she made her way out of your room pausing to steal one last glance after all you'd never know so you'd never be able to call her out on her smitten behavior. She'll make such a nice pet she thought before pulling the door closed behind her. 

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Ms. Venable was standing in front of her desk in a black Victorian dress adorned with lace and a black belt that emphasized her curves perfectly. Her hair was done up flawlessly and she looked otherworldly basked in the red hues of the candlelight.