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Ten Days 'Til Christmas - I Want Your Attention (Try Me Bitch).

Troye's pov

When no one showed up to terrorise me before falling asleep, I was taken aback.

Who does that?

If you're going to spank me and call me a bad boy, prove to me how bad I am. Show me. Teach me a lesson. Maybe that's what I'm looking for; a lesson to be taught. Maybe that's why today I am wreaking havoc. 

"Troye! What in tarnation are you doing boy?!" Mum screeches as she approaches my first fit.

I snicker and chuck another vintage glass ornament to the floor, standing up on a ladder to reach the very best of them. Steele put them up high so that our rabid dog, Jagga, wouldn't knock them down. 

"Are you fucking thick?!"

I shrug and drop another, "Well I don't know, Mum. You tell me."

She groans, rolling her eyes and shouting again as I throw another one of her pretty pink ornaments.

"Will ya fucking stop already?! Those are my favourite!" She exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.

I groan, "... One more."

And with a toss and shatter of glass, the heart shaped ornament hits our fireplace window, busting a hole in it. She clenches her jaw and glares at me, huffing and walking away, grumbling under her breath. I was almost tempted to yell at her to speak up, but I decided against it, stepping down off of the ladder and preparing for my next act.

Nudes.

My beautiful tush with a buttplug in is now spread all around Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter. I would leak it to Instagram, but it would mess up my theme so maybe another time. Everyone knew it was me from the little heart shaped birthmark on my ass, this not being the first time I've leaked my own nudes.

I add a kissing emoji to my posts and watch as the internet goes insane. My swarms of men always at me feet respond with many heart eye emojis and 'babe's while my girl friends all dm me scolding me to take it down. My favourite reaction is always my family.

tydles: uh, t, think you might've been hacked or something, check your twitter

headass (sage): kid!

headass (sage): are you fucking insane

headass (sage): wHY WOULD YOU POST THAT FOR OUR PARENTS AND THEIR PARENTS AND THEIR PARENTS AND THEIR PARENTS AND THEIR PARENTS TO SEE WHAT THE FUCK

headass (sage): take it down cunt

dadda: Uh kiddo, think you may have mistakenly posted the wrong photo on Facebook. Please get that taken care of ASAP. Dad

nan: get your ass off of the internet (literally son)

nan: i am TOO OLD to be seeing that shit, control yourself

I snicker and swipe away their messages, not bothering to respond. My work here is going along perfectly. Slipping on my shortest of skirts and cutest of crop tops, I check myself out in the mirror and head out. I find myself in the middle of downtown, smack in the centre of the bad side of town. Swaying my hips back and forth, I walk up to one of my boys and hook an arm over his shoulder and around his neck.

"Hey Daddy, how are you?" I question cheekily.

He turns to me and smiles down at me, "I'm great kiddo, how's my dollface?"

I grin ear to ear and snuggle into his side. 

"I am just splendid! Did you see my post today?" I ask with a glint of hope in my irises.