Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Fifty-Seven

The rest of that Saturday was quite possibly the worst one that you had to sit through. All day you kept glancing at your phone; every little noise made you grab for it, hoping that it was your dom replying to you.

But all your phone said was "Delivered". Not even "Read". So he had surely gotten the message, but either he was busying himself with other things or he was ignoring it.

You were willing to bet on the latter.

You forgot to eat that day, hardly paying any attention to taking care of yourself, you were so distraught and clinging to your phone.

By nightfall you fell into bed, weak and weary, your eyes red and socketed from weeping so much. You re-checked that your message had been delivered, and that your brain wasn't playing tricks on you, before you opened a different contact.

[I messed up bad.]

Her response was almost immediate, and you knew that it would be, but your heart still skipped a beat when you got the text back, hoping that it had come from him instead. [What happened?]

[I may or may not have slapped Seán across the face today.]

There was a slight pause before her next response. [I'm sorry, you WHAT? Why?! What the fuck happened?]

You sighed and felt your throat trying to close against itself. You were exhausted from crying. [He tried to get me to take a walk around the block on my leash. Naked. I couldn't go through with it cause everyone was staring at me...]

You could just picture Stephanie's expression: complete and utter disbelief, perhaps even a little shock thrown into the mix. [Oh my God. What did he do? Punish you?]

[No, not exactly. He took me back home. I wish he had punished me, though, he's giving me the silent treatment instead...]

[I can imagine how awful that must be. I'm sorry, I wish I knew what to tell you. I just can't believe you actually hit him...]

[I know, neither can I.] You wiped your face with a slight whimper; talking to Steph was helping, but only slightly. She wasn't who you really needed to talk to.

[Did you apologize?]

[Of course.]

[Then I think all you can really do is wait for him. Don't pester him, it might just make him angrier, if he's angry at all.]

She had a point; as badly as you wanted to bombard your dom with messages, you knew that all you could do was wait it out. [I know. Thanks, Steph.]

[I'm sorry, I wish I had better advice to give to you. I'm kinda failing as a friend.]

[No, you're not failing as a friend. I failed as a sub.]

~☆~

Sunday was a little easier to get through, but not by much. You kept in contact with Stephanie all day, and you had a feeling that she knew it was what you needed: a distraction from your own thoughts, in a way.

The message you had sent your dom remained "Delivered" overnight. You had the sinking feeling that he had simply tossed his phone into some corner of a room and forgot about it. Gnawing at your lower lip, you sent one more, unable to help yourself. [Sir?]

There was, of course, no response.

All the rest of the day you kept talking with Steph but only feeling worse as time went on. In true pessimistic fashion, your thoughts went from bad to worse, realizing that this sort of thing was possibly the type to get your contract destroyed.

And what then? What do I do without him as my dom? We've spent every day together for well over a month, almost two! What do I do?

Were you addicted to him? Quite possibly. Almost all of your thoughts had been trained onto him, just the way he would have wanted it. To get under your skin had been his goal from day one, and he had succeeded in every way possible.

All you could hope was for him not to ignore you the next day at school.

~☆~

"Hey, you okay? Has he still not gotten back to you?" Stephanie's voice was soft as she caught up to you dragging your feet as you walked.

You shook your head. "He didn't even read the messages," you replied, sullen. "They were delivered and that's it."

"Well, you'll see him today, so I'm sure you can talk to him after your classes. Or even right after this one."

"If he even decides to show up today," you muttered sourly.

At that she smiled. "I saw him in the parking lot. He's here. You don't have to worry about that." She patted your shoulder as the two of you walked into the mostly empty classroom and took your usual seats.

Your hand reached up and began to fiddle with your white collar; you had decided that the stones weren't real awhile ago. There was no way he would have spent that much money on just a sub, after all... right?

Even if I have the sinking feeling that this is the last time I'll be wearing it...

"Good morning, everyone," came a terribly familiar voice, ripping you out of your reverie. Your dom stood in front if the class with a bit if a sad smile on his face. "I've got a whopping headache today, so we're just going to be taking a test, and then you can all leave."

The test itself wasn't all that difficult for you, considering the BDSM questions that were on it. But they had the unpleasant side effect of triggering memories for you, and you soon had to set your pen down, as the page was blurry from your tears.

I can't do this. I need to talk to him, and soon, or else I'll go crazy.