Hunger #Wattys2017

Pet

Light gleams through a window and shines onto Connor's eyelids. He was in a deep sleep when he suddenly jolted awake from either a nightmare or some twisted erotic dream.

All he knew was when he woke up, he didn't like where he was...or what he was wearing.

He was in a silver cage. He looked down to see that he was shirtless and was wearing denim jeans. As he moved around, he heard somewhat of a jingling noise, like a jingling of keys.

"Ah you're awake." a familiar voice chimed.

"Henry...why am I like this?" Connor asked, confused when he turned to see him.

"Oh, you haven't heard?" Henry questioned sweetly as he pushed newspapers towards the cage.

Connor took a glance, his eyes widened.

The newspapers, all were headlines about the recent attacks by the mysterious creature.

"What's wrong love? You look a little pale." Henry said with crooked concern in his voice. "Do you know something about this creature?"

Connor's body shook, sweat ran down his temples as his eyes continued to browse the newspapers.

"Because I do..." Henry mumbled sinisterly in a sing-songy way.

Connor continued to shake, his pupils shrank as he looked up at who he thought was his lover.

"H-how did you..." he started but then let out a wheeze.

"Careful, careful observation young James." Henry said. "For I also know you can barely control yourself when you're in your...state."

Connor just threw a sneer and slightly backed away from the cage.

"Do your two friends Sherri Ramirez Rodriguez and Judith Roxanne Quinnmore even know of this?" Henry asked.

Connor looked away in shame and anger, shaking his head.

"I wanted to protect them from myself...so I lied in various situations whenever I felt or had urges." he admitted.

He then thought back to the first time he lied. Fourteen. His friend Sherri. Bits of his father's bloody flesh between his teeth. He felt queasy as the thought pressed on his brain.

"You care an awful lot about your friends don't you?" Henry asked innocently.

Connor looked up at him.

"What are you up to?"

"Let's make a deal shall we?" Henry said.

He pulled on the chain that led to Connor's collar, he yanked him up to his face.

"You are my pet now, you do what I say, when I say it. If you refuse, tell your mother, your friends, or any form of authority, or if you try anything fishy while you are my pet, I'll kill your mom and friends on the spot. Got it?!"

Connor looked into Henry's eyes, cynicism and crazed jubilation lingered within his soul. He should've known within those few weeks of being with him that something was up.

"Are we clear...or do I have to give you incentive?" Henry threatened.

"I understand." Connor mumbled.

Henry let go of the chain and put a hand under Connor's chin, his fingers and thumb gently and faux-lovingly rubbing his cheeks.

"Good." Henry whispered into his ear then gave him a kiss on the lips.