The Pet

Chapter 2

When Damien opened his eyes, he was tucked into Alexander's side. Alexander's arm was wrapped around him while his legs were tangled in his. They were covered by a single silk sheet the color of blood. Damien was relaxed and in pain. His stomach hurt from stretching his muscles along with his hands. He had dug his fingers into the bed when he came. He blinked surprised by the fact that he wasnt panicking as he repeated what happened earlier in his head. His heart was steadily beating, his breathing was calm and normal, and his body was completely relaxed.

He turned his head hearing something move. What he saw made his heart stop then beat faster. A man was standing a few feet in front of the bed. Damien thanked God he was covered. The man had long platinum hair, and sharp grey eyes that pierced your very soul. His body was slim, yet Damien had a feeling that he was very strong and able to hold his own in a fight. His thin lips become even thinner as he noticed that Damien was naked.

Quickly the man grabbed Damien and tossed him out of the bed. He landed on the floor a few feet away from the stranger. Before he could even get up, he was in the air with the strangers hand wrapped around his throat squeezing the life out of him.

"Let him go!" Alexander demanded.

"Alexander, I am thoroughly displeased with you," the stranger said not taking his eyes off Damien.

"Father, he is my Pet," Alexander said slowly.

Damien fell to his knees and grabbed his throat coughing while he tried to get air into his lungs. Alexander was by his side instantly.

"How long has he been yours?"

"Since this morning. I havent been able to bind him yet."

Damien looked from Alexander to the stranger in complete confusion. Alexander was gazing at the man blankly while the stranger's gaze was filled with complete displeasure. When he noticed Damien staring his leg came out of nowhere and nailed him in the side.

"Do not look at me, Pet!"

Damien curled in a ball holding his side. Man, he didnt care if he was naked anymore. The pain took over everything.

"Father! He has yet to understand what the rules are," Alexander said thoroughly outraged.

"Then I suggest you teach him quickly. I will not allow such a filthy creature to look upon me." He stormed away and Damien could hear the door slam, then a few minutes later the engine and then the squealing of tires as he sped out of the drive.

Alexander appeared and moved him so he was lying on his back.

"Let me check to see if he broke any bones."

Damien let Alexanders hands roam his side until he came to one point where he hissed in a breath and winced.

"There are no broken bones. But there will be a good bruise there for a while." Alexander held out his hand. "Can you stand, Damien?"

Damien took his hand and stood up. He had to bend over and hold his side as pain shot through him. When Alexander's arm wrapped around his waist Damien leaned on him.

"Where are we going?" Damien asked.

"The shower. We're gonna get cleaned up then we're going to your family." Alexander opened a door and Damien found himself in a very pristine and shiny bathroom. There was a stainless steel sink, and toilet while the shower walls were made of beautiful pale blue tiles. The floor tiles were the same pale blue as the shower. A mirror hung above the sink. You could see what was happening in the shower.

As Alexander sat him down on the toilet and started the shower he asked, "Who was that man?"

Alexander hesitated. "He's my father. His name is Asher. He is 3rd in the Council."