My Mate Is My Stepbrother?! (boyxboy)

Chapter 17

Christopher up top^
My beauitful little dumplings, you are the only exception^
Did you know that the ABC song and the Twinkle little star song have the same tune? Go ahead and sing it! (Sing it for the deaf sing it for the blind sing about everyone that you left behind!!!)

Parker's POV

The harshness of a bright light brought me out of my deep and prisoning slumber. I stretched out my arms and realized my left hand was attached to some sort of cold material. I wiggled my hand and heard the clinging of a chain. I looked at my hand and my body instantly arose from its relaxed state, "wh-what the hell?!" I yelled as I put my other free hand on the handcuff and tried to pull it off of my wrist.

My eyes began to scan the room that I was in; it had an expensive chandelier-looking light, golden curtain that were drawn open, letting the natural light into the room. The walls were cream white and spotless, everything seemed to shine like the Taj Mahal. Or at least..like how the Taj Mahal used to shine, since it's turning green and yellow—but that's besides the point!

The bed I was in, seemed to be even bigger than a king size, and the sheets were a wood-brown color that evened out the brightness of the room. My eyes shifted and looked over my body that was clothed in some tight white shorts that were a longer version of boxers, and a skin-tight white shirt.

Despite my immaculate surroundings, I was a little preoccupied with FINDING OUT HOW THE LIVING FUDGE NUGGET I GOT HERE! I continued to pull and bang at my wrist and the chain around it, meanwhile screaming and yelling at the same time. After awhile of that, the door to the room opened and my head whipped around to see who could have trapped me in here. "Young sir, the master is ready to have you join him for breakfast. We bathed and dressed you earlier when you were sleeping, are you ready to go?" A young and handsome dark-haired man asked as he bowed in front of me.

"Does this mean you'll unchain my hand?" I asked, trying to stay calm and bite my tongue. There were so many questions and things I wanted to say, but first I need to see who's responsible for all of this.. This "master" guy has definitely got to be the culprit. "We will have to keep you chained up for now, unless the master changes his mind." He said, his head still bowed.

I didn't like the idea of being chained like a dog, but I had to try and suck it up, "sure, I'm ready to go see him, but...these shorts and this shirt are kind of tight; I don't feel comfortable in them. Can I please change?" I asked as I bit my bottom lip out of embarrassment. "The master requested this clothing for you, you do not I have the right to disobey him. Keep that in mind from now on; just a little piece of advice." He whispered as he walked over to my chained wrist, "if you try to escape or run, master has given me permission to make you stay by any means necessary, as long as I don't leave you unable to walk. Which means I don't have permission to kill you, but I can make you feel unimaginable pain." The young man said with a stern but angelic smile.

I could feel the intensity of his speech; I knew he meant every word. I gulped and slowly nodded my head. He gave me a suspicious glance until he finally decided to trust me and unchain my wrist. Once my wrist was released, I stood up and caressed it. The man walked behind me and pulled out a separate pair of handcuffs which he used to cuff my hands behind my back.

The man took me out of the room and we began silently walking through a long yet elegantly decorated hallway. "What's your name?" I asked with a slightly tilted head.
"My name is Christopher." He said, continuing to walk down the hallway in silence.
"Can I call you toaster?" I nonchalantly asked as we walked.
Christopher turned and gave me a spine-tingling stare, "what?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Toaster! Your name is Christopher right? The ending is like Topher so why not toaster? What about Tofu instead?! I think I like Tofu! I now nameth thee, Tofu!" I declared with a smile.
"Uh-uh..do what you want. But stop asking questions and stay quiet!" Tofu whisper-shouted as he stopped in front two brown french doors.