"Y...your submissive?" I asked shyly. The thought had bolts of pleasure running up and down my body. But, wait. Did that mean he only wanted me for pleasure? Would he ditch me after he found someone better? I know it will happen...
"Yes baby. I will take away your problems, listen and care for you, you won't ever have to worrying about anything. I will provide you with clothes, food, you may have anything you want, any luxury. You will no longer have to worry about surviving." He says taking steps closer to me. His eyes drew me in and I couldn't find myself to say say anything.
But did he think I only wanted his money or fancy items? I barely have a roof on my head and I have a bucket in my room to catch water droplets that leak through my ceiling during storms. I am happy with just that. Someone can not just buy me and then dump me out!
"No I will be used for your pleasure, only to have you ditch me for some beautiful person down the road. I don't want money! I want love!" I yelled. His expression quickly turning to shock, but before he could say anything I was running out of his house.
The tears would not stop streaming down my face. I like him so much! Why couldn't he just want to be with me and try to love me? Would anyone ever love me? The questions just kept coming as I ran down his driving, pushing open the gates and running down the street.
Ten minutes later and a lot of twists and turns I was lost. Where was I anyways? The buildings were all run down and everyone looked about ready to jump me...
Oh no...
This is the place where I was almost raped.
Okay, okay Owen think. This is on the way home from work. So head to work.
Damn, why couldn't I have a cell phone?! Oh right. I'm poor. Silly me.
It was getting late when I made it to the restaurant. Just in time for my shift...
I came in and threw on an apron.
"Owen! Where were you!" Heidi, my boss, said while throwing a tray in my hand. "Table 3"
"I'm sorry!" I rushed out. I could tell by the way she was looking at me, she knew I had been crying. Around here we had a don't ask don't tell policy. If I wanted to talk, I would. No questions were asked and I never told.
"Table 3" she repeated tiredly.
"Okay" I mumbled clumsily bringing the drinks to some kids at my school. Jared McKinley. My school bully. Truth was, he was cute. More than cute. Hot. He was the second most wanted boy in school, behind Jack...I shook my head not wanting to think about him.
"Hey, baby face. You work here now?" Jared sneered eyeing me up and down. His dark hair stuck up in front of his head and was rustled in the 'I just woke up and had sex last night' type hairstyle. His brown eyes met mine before I averted my gaze.
"What can I get you to eat gentleman?" I asked shaking a bit. These guys knew how to jostle my nerves.
All his friends laughed knowing the effect he had on me. I used to have a crush on him, well before Jack. But after Jack saved me, I finally stopped liking him and thought I could move on from this big meat head! But I don't know...
Why did I feel like I just cheated on Jack by saying that?
He doesn't want you anymore Owen!
"Yo! Worthless!" Ouch..."take ours orders won't you?!" Jared bashed.
"I...of...of...c...course" I stuttered. Shit.
"Aw pretty boy. You're stuttering, you scared?"Jared asked leaning over the table.
