Pet Angel.

Part 4

I arrive at a house, it's rather big, it has black walls and a roof that is grey, roses surround it making me smile.

I get pulled out the carriage and fall, leaving a stain on my white dress. I wear white so people know that I am an angel, a slave. Not one of them.

I walk up to the door, maybe he's nice, maybe he's a true prince, like the one I faintly remember my mother telling me about.. Did I even have a mother?, I shake my head and smile and knock on the door.

I'm shocked at who answers the doors, he's pale, with dark brown hair, he is taller than me, a lot taller. I've always been told I was tall, for an Angel. Once I was told I was '5 foot 7' but I don't know what that means.

but I guess he must be about, well if I'm about 5 he must be about 6? I don't quite understand the measurements.

I smile and keep my hands wrapped round my teddy, 'hello!' I say, looking up at him. He's extremely attractive.. what is this feeling I'm getting? I choose to ignore it.

'You must be my new pet.' He says and my head tilts to the side in confusion,

'a- pet? Like a dog?' I ask and he laughs, I don't know what's funny but I laugh with him, 'you really are fucking stupid, aren't you?' My jaw drops, I say nothing and just put my head down.

'Well come in then' I walk into the house and he roughly pulls my head up 'what's your name, pet?'

I bite my cheek and mumble 'Abigail' and feel a harsh slap around my cheek

'oh, my father already told me about that. You know what your meant to say.. He also told me about how stupid your 'uncle' made you- don't think that makes you special.'

A tear falls out my cheek, the slap pushed me onto the floor

'Sorry...' I say and he intermediately drags me up

'call me master, pet.' He says and drags me up the stairs and into a small room, I'm surprised when I see that it's pastel, the walls are pastel pink and the bed is grey, with pastel blue bedding.

'Father said this job was your birthday present, so to give you one nice thing. I don't see why you like these disgusting colours... anyway, you shall sleep in here some nights-' he pulls his hand under my chin and drags my face centimetres from his '- and stay in my room other nights' he smirks and I shiver.

Why did I not feel like throwing up when he said that? I don't want it. Do I? He's a monster, of course I don't.... right?

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