The Slave Life - A Stashley Fanfiction

I rubbed at the whip mark on my side. It stung and the skin was ripped. I winced in pain as I made my way to look in the mirror. My topless body was weak and fragile, blood and red marks covered it. It hurt to see myself like this, but I carried on, I knew this was what I had been born for. This had to be my only purpose. Surely, there wasn’t any more for me. “Stefan!” A deep voice called from downstairs, forcing me to turn around. I looked around the room, it was bare; the walls were white and the floor was almost stone. There was no need for colour in here, he had told me. Pretty things wouldn’t help the pain. “STEFAN!” The voice was louder. Scarier. I quickly pulled on a black shirt that was lying on the floor, and followed the direction of the voice.

His eyes looked around the room. It was so luxurious down here. If someone visited the house, they wouldn’t think that there would be a room in here, one that wasn’t fit for either a human or creature. The red velvet furniture looked so inviting, but I knew if I touched what wasn’t mine, I would get another beating. My stance showed what happened last time I disobeyed; I was hunched over slightly. “I hope you’ve learnt your lesson,” he said. “I want to love you Stefan, I really do. But I can’t when you don’t follow my orders.” His voice was intimidating.

“I...I’m sorry, sir.” I stuttered.

“I know you are, boy. You’ll pay me back for it tonight.” He winked at me.

“Okay.” I winced as he placed a hand on my hip. His finger slipped under my chin, and he pulled my head up to look at him. I scanned his face. There was no emotion there at all. He knew what he was doing, he knew he was hurting me, and he insisted to carry on. His face came towards mine, as he placed a kiss on my lips.

“I want to love you. I want to love you, Stefan.” He repeated in a whisper. If this was so true, he’d care for me like the people in the movies I’d seen once before. Their love was tender. His was vicious. His hand fell back down to his side. “You may leave,” he pointed to the door, “I have someone coming over so I forbid you to come back down.” I nodded, and slowly dragged myself out of the room and back up the stairs.