A life of Sin ( Complete )

Take me out to the ball game

Hand in hand with my boss, we leave his house. We start walking and I notice a duffle bag in his other hand. As I stated earlier, I have not the slightest idea where he is taking me. Whenever we come to a street to cross, my grip on his hand tightens. He notices the patterned behavior and asks,

" Are you afraid, Valere? " In a soft voice instead of laughing at me like I expected him to.

" Yeah. Totally fine. Why do you ask? " I say, hiding the truth as best I can.

" Because every time we come to a cross walk, you somehow acquire Thor's super strengh. " This time he laughs, but so do I.

" You should know that I am stronger than I look. " I reply when I stop laughing.

" Oh, I don't doubt that. I can tell that you're strong in many ways. " He replies, flashing me a smile.

" What do you mean by that, Bastien? " I ask, resisting calling him ' Master ' in public because that's weird.

" Master Bastien. Don't forget it. " He growls, squeezing my hand roughly.

" Not in public will I call you that. " I yank my hand back now that we are no longer crossing the street.

" Why not? " He asks, stopping in front of me.

I try to get around him but he doesn't let me escape. Instead, I just look down. When he notices that I won't look him in the eyes, he places his large hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. I feel my face go red and heat pool between my thighs. I look into his eyes. He does not look thrilled with my behavior, that's for sure.

" Answer me, Little girl. " He demands dominantly.

" Because we are in public. It's weird to call you ' Master ' in public. You don't think so? " I ask Master Bastien.

" If you're not comfortable calling me ' Master ' in public, we can discuss some other options. That is, if you want to see me again outside of Fire and Ice. Do you want to keep seeing each other? " He offers to negotiate with and accommodate for me.

" That would be great. Thank you for being willing to accomadate for and nagotiate with me. I'm just not comfortable calling you
' Master ' in public as I am still so new to this. " I express my athentic graditude to him.

" See, you are smart. That is an impressive and extansive vocabulary if I do say so myself. " He replies, clearly trying his best to be like me and use big words, and then steps aside so we can continue walking.

" Indeed I am, good Sir. " I laugh back, now speaking in plain old English because it is fun.

" Random question: What did you study in college? Did you even go to college? " He asks out of the blue.

" I'm twenty-three, not sixteen. Of course I went to college! " I mock offense, even though I don't actully care one bit.

" I'm twenty-seven. " He state, not buying my mock offence.

" Haha, you're old! " I laugh very much loudly.

" The fuck did you just say to me? " He hisses, clearly very mad at my disrespectfullnes.

I look around us and see complexes and convices stores and apartments. It appears that we are moving im the derection of my place. I can tell becouse the area is kinda shitty. Most of us are living in poverty in this part of Toronto, Canada. But what mater to me right now is that there are a lot of people around. This is perfect for my plan.

" Hey everybody! Look at this old man. Old man! Old man! Old- " I chat at the staring Canadians.

Sudenly, Master Bastien's hand slaps over my moulth. My words become muffled and no longer understandable, so I just shut up. Theres no point anymore. He ruined the fun. He really is strict. Like God, losen up a little.