Uncanny Trust- phan BDSM AU

Two

((Dan's POV))

I wasn't surprised when I stepped into the house. It was just as I had imagined it, as rich and overdone as the outside. The only thing I could currently focus on was how deliciously warm it was, compared to the dirty pavement I had been sleeping on.

Even if Phil had me sleeping on the couch, it would feel like heaven.

The entire time we had been walking in Phil had been immersed in something on his phone, and only now did he turn it off and slide it back into his pocket.

"Dan Howell" he said. Something about his voice made me want to cower in shame, the stern dominance that was just naturally there.

"Er........yes?" I answered. I felt like I should've added a "sir" at the end, but decided against it.

"I think I should have some clothes that will suit you better than.......what you're wearing." He announced, looking at my dirty t-shirt and skinny jeans with obvious distaste. "How about you go take a shower? I'll have one of the maids bring in the clothes. You may use the bathroom down that hall, third door on the right." He instructed.

"Ok.....right.....thank you!" I chirped. My head was spinning as I walked down the instructed path to the bathroom.

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When I turned on the water it went warm immediately. Oh, rich people showers.

I quickly undressed and hopped in, completely relaxing under the warm spray. At least I'd smell nice if Phil tried to murder me.

As I stood under the hot water I began to contemplate about the events of the past hour. Why did I trust Phil? Surely a man like him didn't just take in any street rat he happened to stumble across. Did he want me for something else?

Was I going to get raped?

Stomach fluttering with nerves, I shut off the water and got out. My first chance to take an actual shower in so long, and I was getting out after only a few minutes. But I was scared. I had gotten myself worked up and paranoid, so now I'd constantly have my guard up.

Just as I was finishing drying myself off, there was a knock at the door. I wrapped the fluffy white towel around my waist and cautiously creaked it open.

It was a young Hispanic woman, probably in her early 20s. She silently handed me a bundle of folded clothes, then took off quickly down the hallway again.

Well, that was odd I thought to myself as I unfolded the clothes and looked at them. A brand-new pair of boxers, meshy red basketball shorts that were perfectly clean and new-looking, and a plain lime-green t-shirt. I wasn't complaining, it was new clothes.

Changing into the clothes as quickly as I could, I then tried to fix my hair up a bit in the mirror and then padded barefoot out of the bathroom. It almost felt like staying in a hotel, except I didn't know where I was going to sleep. And believe me, I was exhausted. It had to be at least 3 AM.

As I walked out of that hallway and into the living area, the same maid was standing there waiting for me. "This way" she said quietly; she had an extremely heavy accent. I followed her as she led me up two flights of stairs and into a bedroom.

"Here, your room" she said. I got the feeling that she didn't speak English very well. 

"Thank you.....er.....mucho gracias!" I chirped. She smiled and nodded, and then she was gone. I closed the door behind her and then took a look around the room.

It was big, and fancy, like anything else in the house. The bed had a cute red and white checkered bedspread and the rug on the floor was the same.

There was a huge flatscreen tv on the dresser, but I was too tired to think about anything else, despite how appealing the prospect of watching television was. I hadn't watched it since my dad had kicked me out.

I sank into the bed and pulled the covers over myself, just then realizing how much my side hurt. I had been kicked. Did Phil do it? Probably not. But that thought still lingered disturbingly in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

(A/N: hoi guys! (I'm Temmie lol) and I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I just kinda wanted to end it there? I'll probably get bored later and end up going back and adding more details.

By the title of this book, you guys all know what Phil wants Dan for. But Dan doesn't even know what BDSM is. Ironic, I know. It'll make the plot more interesting !

What are your thoughts on that one maid? And Dan's lack of ability to speak simple Spanish? Should I make the maid a main character? Who do you think Phil was texting that whole time?

I really hope you liked the chapter, and I can't wait for the next one because things will get REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE for Danny boi. But for now, goodbye, my beanibobs!)