Knife's Property

S E V E N T E E N

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I don't get a moment away from Knife for the next week.

Wherever I go, he's there.

The only time he leaves my side is when I'm asleep. I wake up a few times to the bed empty and cold. I roll over, my arm going to his side of the bed to seek his warmth only to grab at air. I peek my eyes open to confirm what my body felt and sigh.

It's the third time when I wake in the middle of the night and he's not there that I sit and rub at my eyes. I'm still trying to talk myself into getting up to the go to the kitchen and get a glass of water when my phone rings.

I blink sleepily and reach out to grab my phone. I don't bother checking the caller ID before answering, I already know who it's going to be.

"Hello."

"Sugar, go back to sleep. I'll be home soon." Knife's voice sounded over the phone. I rolled my eyes and swung my feet over the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, I just need some more water."

There's a moment of silence on the phone while I wait for him to reply, I haven't moved off of the bed yet and just wait for him to reply.

"Alright, but then straight back to bed after."

"Yes, Master." I murmur back sarcastically.

"Careful, Sugar. You say it jokingly now, but you don't want me getting any ideas do you?" I can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, and it has me freezing momentarily. "I like the image of you wearing a collar and calling me Master."

"I won't say it again, Knife." I emphasise his name at the end, and he chuckles down the line.

"Go get your water and then get back to bed, baby." I hear a noise in the background before it cuts off abruptly. "I'll be back soon, don't wait up."

He hangs up before I can reply, and I scowl at the phone.

Goodbye to you too.

I go to the kitchen, the sound of my footsteps quiet in the apartment. I switch on the lamps as I go, reluctant to turn the overhead lights on still.

Knife doesn't care about the large windows surrounding the apartment because they're one way. That does little to erase how uneasy the concept is to me.

While I love this apartment, I haven't gotten comfortable here yet. The windows freak me out as does the height. I love the view but standing on the balcony causes butterflies to explode in my stomach, not in a good way.

I pour myself some water and take a careful sip to make sure it's not too cold on my teeth. As I'm sipping the drink, my eyes catch on a file on the table.

My interest is peaked when I see my face peeking out from underneath the tan paper. It's not that thick of a folder, it can't be more than 15 pages but I'm curious enough to take a step towards it.

I suddenly still, hyper aware of the cameras everywhere and of Knife possibly watching them now, waiting to see what I do.

I'm hesitating, unsure whether to read the contents and handle the consequences later or to ask Knife about it when he returns.

I don't need to worry though, before I can make my mind up, a prospect appears out of thin air.

It's the same prospect that followed me to the small fruit store. He appears suddenly, eyeing me warily as I hover in the space between the sink and the counter holding the files.

His eyes flicker towards the file and then back to me before he forces a friendly smile on his fae. It doesn't suit him and I'm aware he's forcing it for my benefit. "Hello, I'm just doing my usual sweep. Do you need anything?"