DemoGrassi

twelve

"Master Mitch would like some Chinese, please," Scott tells the kitchen slave, smiling at them brightly. They smile back tiredly and nod, jotting it down on a piece of paper. "Thank you. We'll have that right out." Scott smiles at them again as they disappear into the kitchen.

He rocks back and forth on his heels as he waits, looking around the large entry hall. His hands are clasped behind his back as he looks around, and he doesn't see the tall man coming his way.

"Who are you?"

Scott turns his head at the sound of the voice, and smiles at the man he sees. "Hello, sir! I'm Scott, Mitch's new personal slave," he says brightly, and the man forces a smile. "Hi, Scott. What are you doing away from Mitch?"

"He told me to get him food, sir."

"I see. Where's the food?"

"They're making it."

"They're making it, what?"

Scott stares at him for a second, trying to figure out what he did wrong, before his eyes widen and he hurries to fix his mistake. "They're making it, sir." The man grunts, circling Scott like a predator to his prey. "Nice save. I won't punish you," he says lightly, and Scott frowns with confusion. "Sir? I thought only Mitch could punish me." 

The man snaps his head to glare at Scott, and Scott flinches away.

Sh*t.

"'Mitch'? You call him by his name?"

"Y-y-yes, s-sir. H-he told m-me to c-call him what-tever."

"Did he, now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm."

The man circles him for a few more seconds, eyes narrowed as if daring Scott to make a wrong move. "Handcuffs for a week," he declares eventually, and Scott looks down, his cheeks hot with shame. "Yes, sir," he mumbles. The man clears his throat, and Scott slowly holds his wrists out. The man smirks as he clicks the handcuffs he always keeps in his pocket onto Scott's wrists, preventing them from moving very much.

"Now. I think we should wait until the food is ready so your master can see what he thinks about your behavior."

Scott gulps, knowing how scary Mitch is when he's angry, but nods. "Yes, sir."

A few minutes later, the kitchen calls for Scott to take the food, and he does so with difficulty. The man smirks at his struggling form, but doesn't make a move to help him. "Come on. Let's go see your master," he says, and Scott follows him while trying not to drop the food.

The man knocks onto Mitch's door, and he opens it almost right away, smiling brightly. It slowly melts when he sees the man, and Scott, from his position behind him, can see his dark eyes searching for something. "Where's Scott?" Mitch asks quietly, still searching. The man smirks even wider and moves aside, revealing the blushing slave. Mitch stares at Scott for a few seconds before looking back up at the man, his eyebrows raised. "Why does he have handcuffs on?"

"It's his punishment."

"For what?"

"He called you by your name."

"I told him he could call me that."

The man purses his lips, his eyes hardening. "He forgot to call me 'sir'."

Mitch, however, isn't convinced. "How many times?"

"Once."

Mitch sighs, running his hands through his hair. "How long does he have to wear them?"