Bound and Broken: Maya's Story

Chapter Seven

Maya's POV:

After a couple weeks I noticed Kayla was getting sick. She vomited whatever she ate and couldn't keep anything down but water. She was constantly running a high fever and got horrible chills at night. I gave her medicine with her food but nothing changed. I ended up having to take her to the doctor.

"She definitely is sick. 102 degrees fever plus stomach problems. I've noticed a few other pets have had these symptoms recently. What do you feed her with?" The doctor asked, glancing up from his clipboard. I told him the name of the Pet Food and he sighed, taking off his glasses.

"Same food as the others. I suggest you stop feeding all of the pets in your household that food and switch them over to actual food. Doesn't have to be a huge plate piled to the ceiling, just enough for them to stay healthy" He said in response. I nodded and stood back as he checked Kayla over one last time. He gave me fever medicine and a powder to mix into her food to help with the stomach problems.

As soon as we returned home I gave her the stuff for her fever and then went into the kitchen. It was nearly 12pm so I decided to make her a sandwich, mixing in the stomach medicine with the mayonnaise. I got a plate and set it down on the floor. She hesitated, unsure what to do. I sat down in a chair and crossed my arms.

"You can put it on my lap and use your hands"

She seemed delighted by that fact and made quick work of the sandwich. Once she was finished I had her wash her own plate and then took her to my office. I had her remain in the center of the room on the rug and went to sit down at my desk.

"As you may know Pet, my birthday is coming up. And I'm not sure what to do. Maybe a vacation weekend or a vacation week. Maybe a month. I was originally going to just leave you here and tell Mom to feed you but I think you've learned enough to not be a problem. Right?" I said, leaning back and putting my feet up onto the desk. Her response was a nod and mine was a shock.

"I mean. Yes Mistress" She mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. Satisfied, I stood up and made my way over to the file cabinet. Opening the top drawer I pulled out an egg shaped device along with a remote.

"Wouldn't hurt to have a little fun while I work hmm?" I said, coming over to her and forcing her to look at me. Her eyes went wide with fear. I smirked.

"Be a good girl and turn around"

(Time Skip)

Kayla's POV:

The medicine did work. The next day I felt like I had returned to normal. Maya kept giving me regular food to eat instead of the awful pet food stuff. It turns out that the creator of it in order to cut costs and spend virtually as little money as possible on their products, used ingredients that turned out to not be safe for a human or even an animal to eat. According to the article Maya read to me he was taken by police and fired from his job, replaced by his female assistant. There were 2 known deaths of other girls due to the food and that scared me.

Was I close to dying from this stuff too?

Currently I was back inside the office with Maya, sitting uncomfortably on the floor and letting this psycho pet my head like I was a dog. All of a sudden my leash became extra tight and I was yanked into her lap.

"Pet guess what" She said excitedly. It sickened me how happy she sounded about certain things. I swallowed down my fear and clenched my fists.

"Y..Yes..Mistress..?" I asked. She smiled and reached down, rubbing small circles into my leg and successfully making me shiver.

"We're going on a little business trip. I have to meet a former Senator to discuss moving him and his family here and securing him a job" She explained. I just nodded, unsure of what to say in response.

"W..we? I'm going with you? Mistress" I asked. She nodded and I found myself smiling a little. Getting out of this place meant there was a chance of me escape. I could get back to my family. Are they still looking for me?

"Yeah. Can't leave you here alone with my Step Mother and Father. They'd probably just lock you down in the basement and occasionally feed you until I get back. We're going to Hawaii, that's going to be fun right" She said back. My smile grew bigger.

I went to ask her more about the trip but then the doors of her office were flung open, revealing her Step Mom. Maya sighed and picked me up, gently putting me on the floor. Her Step Mom glared at me for a few seconds before clearing her throat and sitting down on the couch.

"Sweetheart are you all done with work today? Your Father told me you're going on a trip." She asked, giving her step daughter a smile. Maya looked annoyed.

"Yes I am. To Hawaii. Former Senator John Harley has requested a meeting to work things out concerning his move to the island" She answered. I forced myself to keep looking at the floor. Island? We're on an island?

"So what do you plan to you with your little thing?" She asked, lazily gesturing to me. That made me look up.

"I'm not a thing!" I snapped before I could stop myself. Maya sighed again and pulled me closer to her using the leash. I flinched as she began playing with my hair.

"You're just gonna let her talk to me like that? You should punish the ungrateful whore!" She demanded. I glared at her and she stood up, stomping over and reaching her hand out to probably slap me.

"Enough. Don't touch her. I'll deal with her myself." She said, getting up and standing in front of me. Her Step Mom stopped and crossed her arms.

"But Sweetheart.."

"Don't call me Sweetheart, Selena. You're not my mother and never will be. The only reason why you aren't working as some businessman's assistant is because Father married you. You have zero authority over me and that will never change" She cut her off. Her Step Mother stood there with her mouth open, shocked to hear her Step daughter talk down to her like that. She shut her mouth and threw me another glare.

"Have a fun trip" She practically spat, turning and stomping out of the room. She slammed the doors behind her and Maya returned to her desk. I breathed a sigh of relief, but that relief was short lived. My leash was yanked and I was forced to look up at her.

"And you. You aren't supposed to speak unless spoken to. I'm not in the mood to punish you right now but do it again and you'll wish you never had vocal cords" She snapped. I flinched, and tried to pull away. She let go, then wrapped a hand around my neck and squeezed. At first I thought she was doing it to scare me, but after a few seconds it was getting hard to breathe and she wasn't letting go. I struggled and she smiled.

"You are a thing. My play thing. To use and abuse until I get bored of you and throw you away for a new one. Here and for the rest of your life you have no rights. You're not a person you're a pet. You don't eat, sleep, or even breathe unless I allow it. I don't tolerate disobedience. Eventually I'll get tired of it and hand you off to the guards. They always get the unwanted girls, too old to be in shops and too worthless to be pets." She said. I began seeing black fuzzy spots, each one growing bigger. She was killing me!

"You're a pretty girl." She continued, gently playing with my hair. "Don't make me keep hurting you". She then let me go. I gasped, taking in huge gulps of air and rubbing my neck. I struggled to talk, but she shook her head and I went quiet again. She stood up and began packing up Her laptop and papers. I stayed on the floor unsure of what to do and terrified of being choked again. She tugged my leash and I hesitantly stood up. She smirked down at me, then kissed me.

"Let's get packing" She said, leading the way out of the room.