After the Honeymoon

30:Being the Slave/ Breaking Out

Sorry for another long time to update. I don't know what happened, but when I finished this, it completely deleted the first half of the chapter, so I had to rewrite that, and then make a few changes in the later part because I didn't make the beginning of the chapter the same and stuff, and when I tried to get the entire version of the chapter back it didn't work so yeah.... fun...

My vision was blury after the fight, and I was lying on the ground, hardly able to move anymore. One by one, everyone Payton had captured was appearing, wandering what the hell was going on. The last one to be let go was Maka, and she ran up next to me, and from the wet drops that hit my face, I could tell she was crying. I could feel her arms squeezing around me, and I couldn't move my arms around her. 

"What the hell did you do to him?" I heard someone yell, but I couldn't tell who the voice came from anymore.

"I simply used a spell to inflict every ounce of pain I've ever caused him before back onto him." I heard a voice that I assumed belonged to Payton, say.

After that, I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a somehow familiar bed, with Payton right next to me.

"Hello." She said cheerfully.

"What do you want?" I said in a really grumpy tone.

"Well, your my slave." Payton pointed out. "Well, really more like a butler."

"Can I ask why you wanted me to be your slave in the first place?" I asked her.

"Because I wanted to be bossy."

"That is the most stupid reason to have me as a freaking slave/butler." I pointed out. "How long is this going to last, anyway?" I asked.

"Until I say you can leave." Payton said, and I groaned in annoyance.

"Whatever. What should I do first?" I asked, not believing I was actually doing this. A deal is a deal, and I always stick to my word... I told myself.

"Go make me lunch." Payton told me.

"What the hell am I supposed to make?" I asked.

"Just look in the kitchen and find something." Payton grinned. "But if I don't like it you're going to be punished."

"I don't even know what kind of food you like how is that even fair?" I asked.

"Don't talk back to me!" Payton raised her voice and I rolled my eyes at her, and walked out of the room and somehow found my way to the kitchen without getting lost at all. I looked in the pantry to find a large packet of tuna, peanut butter, potato chips, macaroni, an unopened jar of pickles, marshmellows, and cream of mushroom soup. I moved to the fridge and saw a thing of cheddar, so I grabbed that, the macaroni, cream of mushroom, tuna, and potato chips and just made a tuna casserole.

"This tastes terrible!" Payton spit out the casserole when it was finished. "What the fuck was that?"

"It was tuna casserole." I shrugged. "Most people like it and you had the ingredients so I figured why not."

"Well, time for the punishment." Payton said.

"I don't see how that's even remotely fair, but whatever." I said, and Payton dragged me by the arm to another room and grabbed a whip. I remembered she did this to Joseph at one point just around the time Maka had gotten pregnant with Gerard. I remembered how at the time I could feel everything he felt physically, so I felt every single time he got hit with this whip, and I had the feeling that actually getting hit by it was going to feel a lot worse.