The Slave Life - A Stashley Fanfiction

Chapter Three

The footsteps gradually started making their way up the stairs, an unfamiliar voice shouting ‘okay’ as he got closer. It was the other man in the room. I knew it wasn’t the master, so I should have been back in my room, yet I was too curious to figure out who it was. The steps got to the top, and I could see him now, walking into full view - that tank top revealing those all too familiar muscles. His cheekbones were defined, and his chin had a little bit of stubble. I shut my mouth, realizing it was hanging open. He started to get taller....as he approached me. He was approaching me! “Where about is the toilet?” He asked, looking completely unfazed by the state of me. His accent was soft, and yet it made my feelings for him even stronger. Why was I growing so attached to this man? I knew if I spoke I would mess it up, and my voice would be croaky, so I simply pointed to the door across from me. He nodded a thank you, and made his way in. This guy, whom I had only just met and only knew existed around 10-15 minutes ago, was the most beautiful man I had ever come across! I ran every little detail of him that made him so gorgeous through my mind, smiling like an idiot. The toilet flushed and the sound of running water was cut off. He had finished. I needed to attempt at making conversation. I stood up, letting out a whelp as I straightened my back. That was when the door swung open, and I saw him emerge from the bathroom. He smiled at me, as he stopped around 5 cm from my body. His eyes studied me, running up and down my fragile structure. “Are...are you okay?” He asked, looking back to my face – straight into my eyes. I felt my stomach turn. I couldn’t speak. I shook my head, looking to the floor. “Why have you got so many scars, and cuts?” I put my hand to my face, covering up the several cuts that were on my left cheek.

“Him,” was the only word I managed to get out. I felt my stomach turn again, I literally felt like I was going to be sick.

“Him? The guy downstairs? My uncle?” He spoke, questioning me. I clutched my stomach and shook my head, pushing past him straight to the bathroom. I hurled over the toilet, letting all that I had in my stomach pour out. The lack of food and butterflies in me, didn’t help me look any better in this situation. I felt a pat on my back. “You look beaten...” He said, helping my stand straight and passing me a bit of tissue. He didn’t know how correct he was. I flushed the sick down, and wiped my mouth, throwing the tissue in as it flushed. I nodded to him, walking back to my room. I sat down in the middle of the bare floor, and started crying. I saw him shake his head as he left to go back downstairs. He probably thought I was overreacting about everything.