Property

Chapter two Waffles and introductions.

Taylor's POV;

Red, the color closes me in, black pinning me down, where am I? Am I dead? I look up to see a crimson tuft canopy , my body wrapped in a thick black comforter.

My eyes adjust to the light, I try to sit up, immediately laying back down, letting out a soft cry of pain; What happened to me? A group of naked men flashes in my head, was I raped?

I glance up to see an elegant bedroom with Victorian wallpaper and a Narnia like wardrobe, to the right of the room, beautiful French doors are cracked open leading to a balcony. I picture myself being able to get out of bed and escape from the balcony, but this is clearly not an option.

Suddenly the dark bedroom door opens, I close my eyes pretending to be asleep; I hear soft footsteps on the cherry wood floors, it stops they my right side, I feel the bed giving in next to me. A warm hand is placed on my forehead.

"Wake up." A deep male voice repeats dryly. "Wake up, wake up, just wake up dammit."

I groan as my weak answer.

"You're up! Great!"

I look over to see a strong man with slicked back black hair, it looks perfect like he spent an hour styling it, his deep blue eyes bore into me like an ocean full of monsters.

"Where am I?" I say after fully collecting myself, I'm not generally used to being around attractive people, especially in a room like this. Not that physical attributes are everything, but wow does he have everything.

"You're in my guest bedroom, don't think you're special or anything, you were just worth to much to throw away, once you recover you'll be right back on the market."

"Recover from what?"

"You don't remember?"

"Barely. . . "

He sighs aggravated. "Don't make me explain."

"Was I uh. . ."

"Were you what?"

"Was I raped?"

"Yes." His answer is so blunt, like it's not a sensitive topic, like he's talking about sports.

"Oh."

"No big deal, you survived."

"No big deal, it's a huge deal!" A tear slips from the corner of my eye, he doesn't understand.

"Dramatic much?"

"I was a. . . "

"A. . . What Taylor."

Taylor? He knows my name. "I was a. . . virgin."

"Well not anymore."

I stare at him horrified, what a douche bag!

"Who are you?" I say trying to change the topic.

"As far as you're concerned, I'm your master."

"But, you're sending me back to the market, you're not my master?"

"You will call me master and that is final." His voice becomes angry and he glares at me.

"Okay. . ."

"When I give you an order don't say okay, say yes master."

"Okay."

"No not okay, say yes master!" His eyes go dark, like he could destroy me at any minute.

"Yes master."

"very good."

He places his hands on his knees before slowly standing up.

"I'm going to cook some food, you will eat it understood?"

"Yes master. . . "

"I'm making waffles, you better like waffles."

"I do, but don't you have slaves to cook for you?"

"No, I don't believe in personal slaves, and I enjoy cooking. I'm not lazy, I can cook my own damn waffles."

"Oh, um master, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"What is your name?"

"You will never address me by my name, but it is Seth."
I start to shake, the name Seth was a very dreaded name at the agency. if you heard that Seth needed you, you feared for your life. Seth is the owner of the agency and is known for being brutal, he doesn't own personal slaves, but the ones at the agency certainly know his wrath.
I've never seen him, none of us have, normally when a slave goes into his office they're never seen again. We all assumed he was an older man, who has thugs do his work. I never expected to see a handsome young man with visible arm muscles. So if this is really him then what does he want with me?
He turns and disappears out the door. I grow less tense, starting to relax.

An hour passes before he comes back, this time carrying a dark blue plate with fluffy waffles, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce.
"I love chocolate!"
"The waffles have chocolate chips in them too."
"Are you serious? Awesome!"
I grab a fork ready to dig in when it suddenly occurs to me, what if they were poisoned, would he poison me? I shrug it off, he wouldn't get me medical attention just to murder me.
"So you slave file says you're fifteen, is that true"
"Immm swisteeen"
"What?"
I swallow my food and wipe my face.
"Sorry, I'm sixteen, that's outdated."

"Sixteen. . . hmmm."

"What?"

"You're just so young."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 23."

"So You're just keeping me until I heal?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hearing your name, I thought I was in for a worse fate."

"Don't think I won't still have fun with you."

"Fun with me?"

"You know what I mean."

"But I'm sixteen and you're twenty three!"

"So?"

I look at him terrified, a tear rolls down my cheek. I don't want him to 'have fun with me' I don't want to be a slave at all.

"Listen Taylor, just finish eating and I'll help you bathe."

"Help me bathe? I can bathe myself."

"You have no idea what condition you're in do you?"

"Are you going to. . . Touch me?"

"Don't worry about it, you need a bath."

I finish my food and he takes my plate walking away.

"I'll be back, get naked."

I start to shake, why me? Why did I have to end up with the most dangerous man in the business.

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Authors note. . .

I know this was short, next chapter will be longer, sometimes short and sweet is good though! Please comment and vote XOXOXO Marissa May