Stay (Mxmxmxb)

Chapter 13

Sorry I've been adjusting to working full-time as a CNA and going to college soo yeahh.. anyway Zander is not a terrible guy, I mean yes he's a morally grey character but like he's kinda cool so give him a chance!
  

      My phone rings just as he reaches out to me, Zachary's name flashing on the screen. The embarrassing photo I took of him drooling on my pillow on the screen and without thinking my hand starts to raise but Zander takes it, answering it. "He's busy." Was his short answer before he hung up. Without thinking I let a quiet whimper leave me and his eyes swing to me, curious, "What's your relationship with this Zachary?" And I lower my eyes, "Friends." Was my short answer to his question. "Take off your shirt and I'll lessen the discipline." He orders, sitting down while waiting for me as if I'm supposed to follow his every command. "Fuck no." I snapped, shocked he would ask that but not too shocked since he did take off my pants. His eyes darken, "Take off your shirt. Now." He growls out and I flinch. My fingers shakily take off my shirt, "Don't.. Don't hurt me." I mumble, so quiet I don't even know if he heard me. He looks me over once I'm completely undressed, bare before him. "Turn around." He commands, his voice softer than it was before but still stern. I reluctantly show him my back, feeling like I might cry from humiliation. But I should be used to this. My father strips me down all the time. It's painful but it's better than a beating. Doesn't help that when I'm naked he can see the markings Xavier and Zachary left on me.
   
    "Now face me." He murmurs and I do, my hands over my dick to cover it as I sit on my legs. "Don't hide anything from me." He commands, the sternness returning and I hesitantly uncover myself. "Now. Let's discuss the rules." Zander quietly states and I frown unhappily. "What? Do you own me or some fuckery?" I grumble out irritatedly. He calmly looks at me, "Something like that. Also watch your mouth. That's rule number one, if you keep cursing like a heathen I'll wash your mouth out with soap." Zander commands so naturally it's like he's done this a million times before. "Fuck this! No, I am NOT a fucking object. Let me call him, let me call my fucking father!" I yelled, so frustrated I was almost crying. "What did I say about cursing, Pet?" Came his neutral response, "If you want something, you'll have to ask properly."

   "No, this is not fucking happening.." I back away, falling off the table with a loud thump. He calmly watches me, quiet as I cuss and try to wrap my head around this stupid situation. This is straight up illegal ownership. This is not okay. Soap? What the fuck did he say about putting soap in my mouth if I cuss? I'm not fucking four! Zachary calls again but Zander mutes my phone. Without thinking I start to dash toward my room and Zander follows me, at a much slower, calmer pace. I grab Zachary's hoodie he left here and throw it on to cover myself. Zander stops at the door, not walking into the personal space. "Sleep in tomorrow. I'll return your phone when I return from the store. Goodnight, Kryton." He states from the doorway before closing my door and walking down the hall to his room. Minutes later I hear him quietly talking on the phone in the room next to mine. I try to listen in but can't hear so eventually I give up.

      I take a shower to calm down. Throwing off my clothes roughly before turning the water scalding hot. Once I'm out my skin is pink and the water drips off my body onto the tiled floor, too tired to process the fact it means more work to do this. When it finally hits my brain as I stare blankly at the puddle I grumble under my breath, grabbing a towel and tiredly drying myself off before dropping the towel onto the floor. Using my foot I clean it up before deciding to just leave it there. As soon as I drop myself into my bed I realize I won't be able to go to sleep even though I took a really warm shower. My head is feeling too full, so much knowledge to process from Zander that it's giving me a headache. So for the next six hours I stared at the ceiling, not having anything else to do.

    Sometimes I end up falling asleep but wake up when I hear the front door of the house open, announcing Zander is back. I start to get up, my already dressed body groaning in sleep deprivation. Soon his quiet footsteps are heard outside my door before it unlocks, then his firm knock raps off the wood. I flinch but stand, opening it after a moment of consideration of telling him to fuck off. His cold grey eyes meet mine, studying me briefly before he holds out my phone, "As promised. I'll make us lunch, join me in the kitchen." Zander orders, before hesitating for a brief few seconds, "Please." He adds, his attempt to be more considerate of me. I warily eye him before nodding, following him out of my room after retrieving my phone from his hand. He's quiet for a long time, my anxiety causing my knee to bounce when I sit down at the kitchen island. "Your father sold you to me as a pet basically. Said you were already trained but rough around the edges." Zander states calmly, as if this is completely normal. "That's not normal." I growl out a little irritatedly, "And I'm not a damn animal." My frustration at the situation is clear in my tone.