Unheavenly Creatures

-6-

Sharp nails scratch into my scalp as the fingers attached to them yank my hair, roughly pulling me up from my slumbering position in my bed. I had fallen asleep to soft whispers of love and gentle kisses, and I'm being awakened to what I guess is the exact opposite of that. My heartbeat begins to race and my eyes snap open searching my room in a panic. Please don't let her still be here.

"Your toy Saeran?" Rika's grip tightens on my hair. "Is that what you're worried about? Instead of your work? I know she forced you to lay down. What sort of punishment do you two need to remember I am the boss here?" She's nearly screeching in rage, she's pulling my hair so tightly I feel like one small move could cause my whole head to pop off of my shoulders.

I try my best to push out a calm voice. "Forgive me my Savior. I was very exhausted, you know I don't sleep or eat when you give me a task. Only once my job is complete and I have proven myself worthy may I indulge in such luxuries. She had come with food to once again try to coax me into eating, we got into a fight when I told her to remember her place as a toy or I would have to send her to conditioning. It must have drained me more than I thought. I merely remember sitting down to catch my breath after throwing her out." My eyes are squeezed shut. I'm hoping she thinks it's in pain, I'm actually praying she'll believe my lie.

She pulls my head towards her and my eyes open again as she studies me. I'm a hopeless pit of fear, she likes that. She gives me a small malicious grin before throwing me backwards, my body hitting the wall behind me. "Finish your work. Quickly! Your toy has been locked away in it's room and will remain there until it's time for her mission. You are allowed no playtime until I decide you both have learned your lesson. Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course my Savior. Thank you." I bow my head. Why am I such a fucking coward? I can feel tears threatening to form. I bite my cheek in anger, if I show her weakness everything will get worse.

"Good boy." Her finger traces my jaw. "You really are such a good boy Saeran." The lust in her voice makes my stomach lurch. "Come now. Give your Savior a kiss."

I obediently raise and give her a small kiss on the corner of her mouth. She runs her hand down the length of my arm and grabs my own, playing with my fingers like a shy schoolgirl.

"I really do hate having to be mean to you. You know that right? You're my most favorite and trusted Believer. I have to be rough on you... Because I love you Saeran."

This is not love.

I gulp as I nod, tears I use to hide my words behind shine in my eyes. She thinks I am overcome with gratitude for her cheap lies. I turn to my computer imagining different ways to snap her neck.

This is not love.