Cruel Mistress

Deux

In the last chapter of Cruel Mistress:

The last thing I saw was a woman walking over to me from the distance with a gun in hand.

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I couldn't feel anything except a pounding headache and a lot of sore spots, seems like I didn't have a graceful fall. I could hear people murmuring and walking around, my best guess is that I was in a wooden house or a room with very thin walls. I didn't want to open my eyes, even with them closed, I could feel how bright the room was and how that'd affect my eyesight. I didn't have to worry though because I was blindfolded, I tried to move and could only feel the rope dig into my wrists; that's when they noticed and called someone over. I heard her walk over to me and trace my jaw with her fingers, "such a waste... tell me, darling, why we're you eavesdropping on us? Weren't you taught that it was rude to do so?" She asked while studying me, waiting for an answer. When I gave her none, she sighed as I felt a knife caress my cheek. "Aren't you going to answer me, darling?" I bit my bottom lip and answered, deciding I'd like to live for another day. "I heard a cry of pain and I thought it was a child or a cat that needed help, it was too late when I noticed it was you arguing with a man," I answered. She hummed and took a few steps away from me, "alright... it still doesn't do much for me, but I'll accept it."

"But boss, he-" I heard a man say quickly, to which she answered "enough. Who's the one in charge?" I could feel the tension thicken and the way he surrendered, leaving the room. All of a sudden, I'm blinded by the lights and notice that's it's only her and me. "Sometimes I ask myself why do they even work for me?" She shook her head in disappointment ass I looked at her with uncertainty and mistrust. "You can calm down, I won't hurt you... yet." She chuckled, "now... Let's go into something more important than that... punishment. Tell me, Michael, what punishment are you worthy of? What do you think you deserve?" Believe it or not, those two questions shook me to my very core and left me speechless. "I... I wouldn't know, miss..." I answered, confused and lost about what was happening. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. It's easy and clean, you have my word, but you have to say yes or no." I looked at her in surprise, not knowing what to answer, but some part of me told me to be realistic and notice that if I said no, I'd be as good as dead so I nodded. She smirked and stood behind me, whispering in my ear, "I'll be your Cruel Mistress and I assure you that I'll forgive and forget what you did, no questions asked." She studied me and let her hands trail down to my wrists, untying me, "follow me and you won't get killed." I nodded and once I was free, she held me by my forearm to guide me into a room so I could wash off the dirt. I might be doing this against my own will, but it's just to try and buy myself some time so I could escape this asylum.

After a good shower, I changed into something she had left for me along with a little note that said: "wear this and wait for me. I'm going to teach you a few things that will be necessary for you to accomplish what we agreed on." I sighed in frustration and looked at the simple outfit she left: a muscle shirt, sweatpants, and boxers. "I think I can survive," he told himself as he changed into it and waited for her to enter while he laid on the bed to try and forget what's happened. He closed his eyes and drifted off soon after, too tired to attempt staying awake. What I didn't know was that soon enough she was going to walk in and disturb the moment I had created for myself which got me livid.

"Good morning, Michael." She chuckles, "did you really think I was going to let you rest as if nothing had happened? This is not a B&B, aside from that matter, I need you to stand up and stand in front of that wall, I'm taking a picture of you." I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but it was too much for one night and I didn't feel like I had enough toleration for someone bossing me around, not now, anyways. "I'm borderline dead tired, it's been a long day, can't you let me rest and leave me alone until nine in the morning?" I said with hate laced in my tone, her facial expressions changed in a millisecond from calm to enraged. "Would you like to repeat that, Michael? I'm giving you a chance to fix your mistake or would you dare to tell me what the fuck to do?" She chuckled darkly, "I won't accept any disrespect in my territory, understood? I may be a woman and I may be treating you nicely, but trust me... You don't want to make me your enemy, no one does." I bit my tongue and went to stand where she told me to, keeping my emotions in check. She took out a polaroid and sighed, "smile!" She faked her chipper tone and took the picture, she rolled her eyes as she waited for it to come out. "Don't disrespect me again, or I'll make you regret it. Goodnight." She left the room and turned the lights off. I shook my head and laid down on the bed, hoping I could fall asleep in an instant, which I did, but I only had two hours before I was woken up in a very rude manner.

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