The Island Mother of Gods

Chapter 4

Rosma's POV

Again, I woke up alone in the bed the following day, little did I know that today my new life would truly begin, in a literal repetitive sense. The lights were already on.

When does the lights come on?

I got ready for the day with a bath, brushed my teeth, and I got dressed in another one of Asstro's long sleeved black shirts that I took from his closet.

I miss panties.

"Good morning," I meekly greeted Asstro when I saw him alone in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, there were another portion next to him.

"Morning my dear, come eat with me."

He must be in a good mood today.

"Thank you."

Quietly I sat next the Monster and ate my cereal slowly.

Yum, chocolate.

"You smell so good my sweet little thing."

"Thank you," I stuttered out like the blushing mess I am under his praise.

"Make me some coffee and you may get something to drink too," he ordered gently.

I should do that first then afterwards I can finish my cereal.

"Yes, Asstro thank you." I agreed timidly as I left my food with one last bite before I reluctantly went to make his coffee.

"Such a polite girl for me, aren't you sweetie?"

"Um, yes," I blushed.

"So cute."

We finished our coffee in silence. I took discreet peaks at him from time to time but he was watching me like a hawk waiting for his chance to strike his defenceless prey.

A rough tug on my small wrist yanked me from my thoughts.

"Sweetie, what did I say about ignoring me when I am speaking to you?"

His cold voice sent a single shiver to run down my spine.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeated my apology on the brink of tears.

"I'm losing my patience with you, how many times do I have to repeat myself before you learn any respect?" He forced out through his clenched fangs before he squeezed my shoulders, his claws dug into my skin painfully. "Oh, I know, I have to punish you again and again until you learn your place beneath me."

"Please no," I cried.

I did my best to block out his angry lashes from his favoured whip and it must have worked for I have blacked out some time during the torment, for the next thing I noticed was that the Monster cuddled me to his chest, rubbing soothing circles into my beaten skin.

"There, there my dear, see it was necessary," he cooed. "You're so brave accepting the consequences for your actions, your disrespect of me, now will you be my good girl?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise," I stuttered in between my sniffling.

One second I was still crying in my seat at the kitchen counter and the next, I was on his lap where he embraced me tightly.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok dearie, I got you." The Monster comforted me, he guided my head into the crook of his neck with soothing pats to my head.

All those years he smelt the same of strawberries and the metallic scent of blood.

"Good girl, now blow your nose," he told me softly and held a blue handkerchief over my nose. 

"Yes," I answered hesitantly as I obeyed him.