Their Pet

Chapter 11

Willow

"Willow"

I jolt awake with a start, feeling someone shake my shoulder. My heart is racing and I can feel tears trickling down my cheeks. Memories of my nightmare come rushing back to me, making my chest constrict tightly. All 6 of them were raping me, one by one. It was awful and terrifying. It felt so real.

"Willow, are you alright?" I hear Griffins voice but I can't see anything in the dark. My fear intensifies at the possibility of waking one of my masters up. I don't want to be punished. I cower back and fold in on myself. Griffin turns on the lamp, illuminating the room in faint yellow light. I whimper whenever I see that he's wearing pajama pants.

"I'm so sorry, master. I didn't mean to wake you. Please forgive me." I plead, bowing my head in respect. The pet shop owner always got so angry whenever I woke him up.

Griffins frowns. "I'm not upset, Willow. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I heard you crying and screaming."

I examine his face, trying to find traces of anger. I don't see anything besides pity and worry. But still, I remain cautious. I can never let my guard down. "Yes, I'm okay master. I'm sorry for waking you. It won't happen again." I say. It probably will happen again if I sleep, but I'll just stop sleeping. At night, at least. I'll probably be okay if I just nap during the day.

Griffin sighs. "Please don't call me that. And stop apologizing, I already said that I'm not upset."

I tuck my legs to my chest and swat away the trail of tear marks down my cheeks. My body feels sticky and sweaty. "Sorry." I say, then wince. "Sorry, I'll stop." I say again. I mentally slap my forehead. All of those obedience lessons were useless, I can't even follow a simple command from my master.

A small smile tugs at Griffins lips, a sad one. "Come on, I'll make you some tea."

I repeatedly shake my head no. "I don't want to inconvenience you. I'm okay, you should go back to bed."

"That wasn't a question, Willow. Let's go." Griffin says, throwing the comforter off me and hauling me to my feet. My legs are shaky and I can still feel the phantom feeling of all of them roughly pushing inside of me. I shiver at the memory. Griffins brows furrow. "Whats wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asks, sounding concerned. His eyes roam my body, searching for injury.

I fidget nervously. "N-no. It wasn't you. It was more like a uh, mental pain? I don't really know how to describe it."

Griffin nods, appearing confused. "Come on."

I trail behind him to a room I've never been before. The kitchen. It's very sleek with a white marble island with veins of gold in the middle, green velvet stools surrounding the island, dark grey tile floors, dark green cabinets with gold handles, marble back splash and counters. Plants adorn the space, giving it a lively feel.

When Griffin walks over to the cabinets, guilt churns in my stomach. I'm the pet, he's the master. I should be making him tea, not the other way around. "Ma-Griffin." I call. Calling them by their names feels wrong and foreign on my tongue. Master has been drilled into my head for a year straight.

He looks back at me. "Yes?"

I clear my throat and come closer. "Um, I can make it. It's for me anyway and uh, you're the master. I'm your pet, I'm here to service you."