Captive. (ls)

2. Pain

The whole night was spent downstairs in the basement with his chest flush against mine. The poor boy cried and muttered incoherent words for hours on end until his body finally wore out, and he fell into a sleep that I knew would be dark.

During that time, I carried him up to his room and laid him in his bed, though I'm not even sure if this qualifies as a room. It's more like a cell; plain black walls, a rusty bed with a single pillow, dingy blanket, and a night table that's only purpose was to hold his food tray.

What are you thinking? He's just a subject; an animal to pet and play with.

I shook myself free of the half-human thoughts that threatened to slip through my mind.

Nonetheless, I laid the boy on his tummy and tucked a light blanket around his swollen skin. Humming softly to myself and the sleeping boy, I pattered back to my own room to retrieve a thick duvet and a few pillows, then carried them back to the cell.

That boy may have been in the wrong for trying to escape but he was only a tiny little thing, and after such an eventful night, he deserves to be warm tonight.

I locked up his room before making my way to the television area, the first thing my gaze landing on was the fit figure of my best mate, and my best subject.

"Hello handsome," I purred into his ear while slipping both hands under his tank top, massaging the taut muscles that were bulged under his skin.

Feeling him smirk, he replied, "Good morning, Master. I see that you're in good spirits."

"I am. Feeling very generous today," I chuckled, kissing the tender skin just below his ear.

He only smirked and carried on watching a game of football on the tv. It irked me, how he was ignoring my presence.

How dare he watch a stupid football match rather than talking to me.

Before I could even think of another word, my hand had connected with his cheek, greeting the pale skin with a smack.

Niall's head turned, eyes fluttering closed as he cowered into the couch.

"You look at me when I speak to you, do you understand?" I yelled, voice booming throughout the room.

He only nodded, flinching when I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

"Get in my room. Now! You make me sick," I grumbled, slapping his fit arse as he scurried into the master bedroom.

He stood in the centre of the room and kept his head down, hands joined together behind his back obediently, a stance that I had taught all my subjects.

Niall wasn't my best subject because of the intercourse. I mean, he was okay, but he was the ultimate submissive. Never said no, and never disobeyed me. I could probably beat him to death and he would still say nothing, but I won't do that.

Not today.

"Strip and stand on the table, Niall," I growled, crossing my eyes and watching him.

The blonde man quickly responded, leaving his garments on the floor as he stood on the table.

While he climbed onto the table, I dug out a black satin blindfold that Niall had come to know very well. I tossed it up to him and instructed him to put it on.

Once he did, I licked my lips and smirked, "Dance, baby."

He hesitantly swayed his hips, and I noticed that his movements were slow and shaky.

"I said dance!" I shouted, making him jump.

A sly smirk danced across my lips as I watched him start to dance dirtily like I knew he very well could.