Caged (On Hold)

Chapter 3

Jackson

I heard the crash of thunder. I started panicking, as I ran in the corner of the room, hunched up into a ball. The flash of lightening lit up the room. I whimpered quietly, as another crash echoed in my ears. The storm got closer and closer. I tried reasoning with myself. He won't kick you out and chain you up, you're safe in here and nothing is going to hurt you. A loud crash of thunder made me jump. I started crying again.

I felt something hot trickle down my leg and pool at my feet. The lightening lit up the room again and a crash of thunder soon followed. The hot liquid continued down my leg. I cried louder now, even though I covered my mouth in an attempt not to wake Christian. The hot liquid began to slow. I looked at the floor. I need to clean up, or master will shout at me. I had wet myself. I am going to be drowned in the bath. I continued to cry. I heard footsteps, then suddenly I was blinded with light.

Christian

I woke up to the sound of thunder and crying. Who would be crying in my house, I live alone. Shit, Jackson. Ran to the living room and switched on the light. Jackson was no longer on the sofa. I couldn't see him. I heard the crying get loud again and followed it. He had hidden behind the sofa in the corner. "Are you okay Jackson? What is wrong?" I asked, as I went behind the sofa to join him. It was then I realised the poor guy had wet himself.

"I will clean it up Sir, I am sorry." He said looking down, shaking violently. Tears were streaming down his face.

"You don't have to be sorry, and I will clean up, don't worry. Come with me." I held out my hand for him to take, he flinched away. "I am not going to hit you, Jackson." I waited for him to grab my hand but he didn't.

"I deserve to be punished Sir." Jackson said, still not taking my hand.

"No you don't. It was an accident. Come on, you can have a quick bath while I clean up and you can come and sleep with me tonight if that will make you less scared." I said, holding my hand closer to his. He finally took it and I guided him to the bathroom. I filled the bath with a little water, just enough for him to clean himself in quickly, so we could both get back to sleep soon. He looked unsure, that's when I remembered about him mentioning me drowning him last time I ran a bath for him. "It's okay. Just quickly get undressed once I leave and then before we go to bed I will put them in the washing machine. Hang on, I will get you some pyjamas." I quickly ran out and grabbed the first set of pyjamas and underwear I saw and then grabbed a towel on the way back to the bathroom. "Here you go. I will be in the living room if you need me." With that I ran out to clean the mess in the living room and to make him more comfortable with the fact I wasn't going to drown him for punishment like he thought.

I grabbed the mop propped up against the kitchen wall and a small bucket of soapy water. Thank God for hardwood flooring. I mopped up the puddle within a few minutes and got a towel to wipe the floor down slightly. I let it air dry and put the equipment away before knocking on the bathroom door. Jackson opened it, washed and dressed. I saw I had given him my huge hoodie and a pair of jogging bottoms, which were also huge on him. His hood was up and his eyes everted to the floor. "Come with me and we can get your clothes cleaned." I said, walking back towards the kitchen, and towards the washing machine.

I opened the washing machine door, took the clothes from him and placed them inside. I started it up and led Jackson to my room. "In you get." I said, as I got under the covers. He slowly followed still unsure whether or not I was going to punish him. He got comfortable and looked at me, with questioning eyes.

"Let's play a game." I say. "How about eye spy?"

He looked at me puzzled. "How do we play that?" Thunder could be heard close by and I saw him flinch. I wanted to comfort him but I didn't know how, maybe just distract him with the game. I started explaining the rules to him as he nodded away, listening intently. We played the game for around twenty minutes, until the storm went away. Jackson hadn't freaked out again which was a good sign and his eyes were beginning to droop. Within a few minute he was sound asleep, I followed shortly after.