Servant

Part 2

By the fifth day, He loved me. I was confused because He hadn't met me in person, nor known me very long. I was young, naive, and innocent, and couldn't believe that someone could develop feelings so fast, but I thought I was different. I thought I convince him that his feelings weren't real and that he was simply infatuated with me. Unfortunately, I never considered the lengths his infatuation would make him go to. Despite his confession, I decided to remain in contact with Him because I valued the connection we had. I explained that I wasn't physically or emotionally ready for a relationship and although He respected my decision, I couldn't help but feel like I disappointed Him. At this time I thought I still had control of the situation, and felt proud of myself for not giving in and staying true to my beliefs. I didn't realize that as soon as I rejected him, my grip on power began to dwindle. I didn't understand why I felt disappointed in myself because I was always a strong and independent person who didn't try or need to please others, but little did I know that He seemed to know me better than I did. Days passed and we continued to talk like he hadn't confessed his love for me, but I subtly noticed his attempts to persuade me to change my mind. In every text I was given a possessive nickname, and it had the desired effect, it made me feel like I belonged to Him. At first I ignored his flirting because I still felt in control, and I knew that I would never develop feelings for Him. Unfortunately, I didn't realize until it was too late how naive my thinking was. I had never experienced a relationship, or developed romantic feelings, and in a way I felt like I was different than everyone else my age because I hadn't fell victim to the cliche nonsense. Over time, I began to like being called "Baby", "Princess", "Sweetheart", and "Darling", but I didn't fully acknowledge my mind's objections. I couldn't bear to let him go because I had never had a person, but specifically a male, show so much interest in the little things in my life. I thought it was sweet that he asked me how my day was, even though I didn't do many exciting things. I felt like he accepted me, the simple girl that everyone else ignored or bullied. I was slowly allowing myself to be manipulated by his charm, and I didn't realize that with every flirtatious tactic I let pass, I was convincing Him that he was what I wanted.

A/N: This is officially the second part, hence the title. The story might seem "slow", but I repeat,  I'm building the backstory so there's no confusion and you can appreciate the harshness of Him later on in the story. There's no point in making you automatically hate Him, when I can make you love Him and feel worse afterwards. Thanks for reading! :)