Daddy's Pet (Malum Boyxboy)(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2

Michael's P.O.V.
I hate it when everyone stares at me. My face feels so hot. As soon as the bell rings I walk out as fast as I can. That boy, Calum, kept smiling and I feel like he likes me. Oh but I've been wrong before. I go to science and sit. My friend, Luke sits next to me. "Hey brotato chip!" I sighed before pinching the bridge of my nose saying, "Don't call me that."
"But it's cute and it's pretty obvious that Calum wants to call you something else." I watched as he wiggled his eyebrows.
I sighed and didn't talk anymore.
After about 20 minutes I feel Luke shove me onto the floor. I throw my hands up and yell, "WTF MAN! WHY'D YOU DO THAT!?"
"I THOUGHT YOU'D STOPPED BREATHING BRO!"
"I WAS ASLEEP BRO!"
"WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT BRO!"
Mr. Garrison told us both to leave. We left the room and I was pissed. We both got detention for two weeks. I just wanted to go home and cry.
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After school, I walked to the park. I sat on the swings and put in my earbuds. I felt so peaceful. I sat there, swinging lightly. I had a creeping feeling that I was being watched. My skin felt like it was on fire the longer I sat there. I wanted to run as fast as I could to get away from the building feeling. For some reason I was stuck in place, unable to move a muscle.
A hand grabbed me by the back of my jacket, pulling me over the swing set. I tried to scream but their hand covered my mouth. I kicked and scratched but they wouldn't let go. I was thrown into a van and a bag was put over my head. I could feel duct tape going around my hands and feet. I wanted to scream so badly but I know I couldn't. The van stopped quickly and he pulled the bag off my head, swiftly putting a knife to my throat. I study his face, remembering every inch of it. I know him, he goes to school with me. I don't remember his name but I know him! Come on Michael! I!
"You think you know me, you don't."
"W-what? What do you m-mean?" My voice trembling.
"I can tell you're trying to figure me out but you can't. The funny thing is I am allowed to kill you at any moment. Mistress said I could, so if I felt you were annoying I could run this knife across your pretty little throat."
My eyes widened, I wanted to escape and run as fast as I could. I was shaking so badly at this point.

He shoved the knife into his pocket and quickly grabbed me by the hair, saying "If you wanna live tonight, I suggest you not make a fucking sound." I nodded my head really fast wanting the pain to end. He kept ahold of my hair while leading me out of the van and into a house. It's old and smells gross. He pulls me into a room with a mattress and two dog bowls.

He threw me to the floor and screamed at me to undress. I refused and he got on top of me, roughly pulling off my jacket and ripping my shirt off. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off along with my shoes and socks. He got up and said, "Bitch if you make noise I will not hesitate to kill you, do you understand?" I nodded, he walked over to me and slapped me.
"When I talk to you, you answer. Understand slut?"
I whimpered and looked him in the eye.

"Yes Sir."