Time spent with Father was nothing but joyful.
Unlike the cold and distant Master, Father was kind and benevolent.
Just like the former Master.
And he was always friendly, so I felt comfortable the whole time we were together.
He had a gentle smile that always seemed to put me at ease, and his eyes held a warmth that Master’s rarely did.
Every word he spoke was soft and comforting, a stark contrast to the sharp commands I was used to.
It felt like basking in sunshine after a long, dark winter.
The aquarium was so vast that my legs were already aching, even though we hadn’t seen half of it yet.
The vibrant colors of the fish and the intricate coral reefs were mesmerizing, but the sheer scale of the place was exhausting.
To take a break, we ate ice cream at a resting spot in the middle of the aquarium and chatted about this and that.
Father shared stories from his youth, tales of adventure and mischief that made me laugh aloud, something I rarely did around Master.
He listened intently when I spoke about my own small observations and curiosities, never interrupting, always encouraging.
The ice cream was cold and sweet, a welcome relief from the warmth of the crowded exhibit, and the conversation flowed effortlessly, a truly rare and cherished moment.
It felt like a peaceful bubble, isolated from the anxieties of my usual life, a bubble I desperately wished would never burst.
As we were spending time like that, Master’s enraged voice, heard from somewhere, shattered the harmonious atmosphere.
The sudden, harsh sound ripped through the quiet joy of our break, making me jump.
It was like a sudden, jarring chord in a beautiful melody.
I turned my head, and Master’s harshly distorted face came into view.
His features were twisted in a grimace of fury, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
His expression was so terrifying that I instinctively cowered towards Father, seeking refuge from the storm that was clearly about to break.
My heart began to pound in my chest, a frantic drumbeat of fear.
Seeing that scene, Master’s expression hardened further, and he strode quickly towards where I was sitting, grabbing my shoulder tightly.
The grip was brutal, digging into my flesh, and a gasp escaped my lips.
“Ugh!”
The pain, as if my shoulder would be crushed, made me accidentally drop the ice cream I was holding.
The white soft-serve splattered onto the clean floor, a messy blotch on the polished tiles, mirroring the sudden chaos that had descended upon us.
“Fuck… disappeared without a word and isn’t answering calls…”
His voice was low and dangerous, each word laced with venom.
“M-Master…”
His rough tone, even mixed with curses, was far more furious than I had anticipated.
The anger radiating from him was palpable, a suffocating aura that choked off any thought of defense or explanation.
I forgot all the excuses I was going to make to him, my mind a blank slate of pure terror. Master’s chillingly cold gaze was too terrifying.
Even an apology wouldn’t come out of my throat, stuck somewhere between my racing heart and my constricted vocal cords.
The air around him felt heavy, charged with unspoken threats.
But I didn’t answer the phone…?
When I last checked, there were definitely no incoming calls…
I hadn’t taken it out of my pocket since then, but I didn’t feel any vibration.
Confusion mixed with my fear; it made no sense.
I tried to put my hand into my pocket to check when Master had called, but he seemed to misunderstand my action, and the grip on my shoulder tightened even more.
A fresh wave of pain shot through me, making me wince.
“I thought it would take longer, but you came quickly. Did you put a tracker on Didi?”
He spat the words, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
The silence from Father was deafening, a testament to the tension hanging heavy in the air. Master continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “It was a joke… Seeing as you can’t answer, it must be true.”
Father sighed deeply, a sound of resignation and weariness.
I instinctively patted my neck, but felt nothing.
The red leather collar that was supposed to have a tracker in it was clearly in my room’s drawer…
I wondered how Master had found me.
The mystery added to the unsettling feeling in my stomach, a sense of being perpetually watched and controlled.
“Didi, get up.”
His command was sharp and absolute, leaving no room for hesitation.
“Yes…”
I immediately got up, my legs still shaky from the sudden rush of adrenaline.
Actually, Master seemed to be in a terribly bad mood, and I didn’t want to follow him, but I quietly looked around, trying to gauge the atmosphere, fearing that if I showed it, I’d get into even greater trouble.
My gaze flickered to Father, a silent plea for help, but he looked just as helpless, his face etched with concern.
“William.”
As Master grabbed my wrist and dragged me away, Father’s voice came from behind, strong and resolute, a beacon of defiance in the face of Master’s anger.
“Didi is not an object. He is not a child you can just throw around as you please.”
Master didn’t answer.
He just turned his back and left, without stopping or looking back, pulling me along with him with a force that was almost painful.
Because of that, I had no choice but to follow Master without properly saying goodbye to Father.
I wished I could have lingered, offered a final thank you for the brief respite from my usual reality, but Master’s grip was unyielding.
I frantically moved my legs, chasing after the Master.
His strides were long and swift, forcing me to practically run to keep up. Master’s pace was fast, perhaps because he was very angry.
“Master…! A little slower…”
It was so hard to keep up that I breathed heavily as I pleaded, my voice thin and strained, but the momentary look he gave me was so sharp that I had to shut my mouth, my plea dying on my lips. It was a clear warning, a chilling reminder of his absolute authority.
Master passed through the aquarium tunnel with angry, rapid strides.
The blue light from the tanks cast eerie shadows, making his already menacing figure seem even more imposing.
I followed him, watching his back under the blue aquarium lights, the majestic fish swimming serenely above us.
Fish swam leisurely overhead, their movements graceful and unhurried, but between Master and me, a tense atmosphere, contrary to the peaceful surroundings, flowed.
The contrast was stark, almost mocking.
I tried to suppress the vaguely unsettling feeling and silently followed Master’s footsteps, my mind racing, trying to anticipate what awaited me.
We left the aquarium and got into the car.
The sudden silence in the enclosed space was almost deafening, broken only by the hum of the engine.
Master didn’t say a word.
His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, a clear indicator of his simmering rage.
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It was clear he was very angry, so I also kept quiet, afraid to utter a single sound that might provoke him further.
The tension was suffocating, filling the small space between us.
It must be because I met Father without permission.
The thought gnawed at me.
But Master was with a woman too…
Wasn’t it better for a nuisance like me to disappear?
The hypocrisy of his anger stung.
I couldn’t understand Master getting angry now after behaving like that until now.
His unpredictable moods were a constant source of fear and confusion.
I didn’t apologize first, feeling somewhat sulky.
A stubborn streak, born of frustration and a faint sense of injustice, made me refuse to immediately cower.
I turned my head to the window and just watched the passing scenery, the blur of trees and buildings offering a small distraction from the turmoil inside the car.
It seemed best to quietly hide in my room until Master’s anger subsided after we arrived home.
A fleeting hope that I could escape his wrath for a while flickered in my mind.
I planned to stay cooped up in my room for a while, out of Master’s sight, a strategy I had employed many times before, but as soon as I got out of the car, Master dragged me into the house.
My heart sank.
There would be no escape this time.
“Welcome home, William, Didi.” Sophia’s cheerful voice, oblivious to the storm brewing, greeted us from the hallway.
“We’re b—” Master cut me off abruptly, his voice a sharp blade that sliced through the pleasantries.
“Sophia. Don’t come upstairs until I allow it.”
His tone was stern, an unmistakable command that brooked no argument. “Yes, understood,” Sophia replied, her voice subdued, recognizing the gravity of the situation.
Still holding my wrist, I followed Master as he headed upstairs, looking back at Eve and Sophia with anxious eyes, a silent plea for help that I knew couldn’t be answered.
But without time to ask for help, we were already upstairs.
The grand staircase seemed to stretch endlessly, leading me further into the unknown.
I wanted to go to my room, which was right in front of me, a sanctuary where I could hide, but Master didn’t let go of my wrist.
His grip was an iron band, pulling me relentlessly forward.
In the end, I couldn’t break free on my own and was dragged into Master’s bedroom.
The realization hit me like a physical blow; my desperate hope for refuge was utterly crushed.
“Ugh…!”
I was thrown onto the bed, hitting my back with a jolt that sent a fresh wave of pain through me.
The mattress bounced under my weight, and I lay there for a moment, disoriented.
When I regained my senses and looked up at Master, I saw him roughly loosening his tie, his movements jerky and aggressive.
His eyes were chillingly sharp, fixed on me with an unsettling intensity that promised no mercy.
“Master…?”
My voice was barely a whisper, laced with apprehension.
“Did you have a good time with Father? It looked like you were about to confess something.”
His tone was laced with a chilling sarcasm, a thinly veiled accusation that made my stomach churn.
“No!”
I blurted out, the denial instinctive.
“Why? Why didn’t you just ask Father to take you in as his robot instead? He seemed quite fond of you.”
Master seemed to have no intention of listening to me.
No, it was as if he couldn’t hear anything at all, his mind already made up, sealed off to any protest or explanation.
His words were a cruel mockery, designed to sting.
“You like Father that much? Oh, is it because he resembles the former Master more than he resembles me?”
He continued to taunt me, even bringing up the former Master, a painful memory that usually remained unspoken between us.
The casual cruelty of his words ignited a spark within me.
At this point, the rebellious spirit that had been quietly hiding within me began to stir and peek out, a tiny flame in the midst of overwhelming fear.
The injustice of his accusations, combined with the way he was treating me, pushed me to my limit.
I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out, the words bursting forth before I could censor them, raw and honest,
“Father doesn’t treat me roughly like you do, Master!”
“What…?”
Master’s expression stiffened, his taunting smirk vanishing, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief.
He scoffed, as if in disbelief, and ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exasperation that did little to hide the shock in his eyes.
Realizing my slip of the tongue belatedly, I looked up at Master, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I stammered, trying to say that the words had slipped out, that I hadn’t meant them, but Master’s mouth opened a little faster, cutting me off before I could even form a coherent apology.
“Ah, you prefer my father who doesn’t treat you roughly? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately?”
His voice was low, dangerous, each word laced with a simmering fury that was far more terrifying than his earlier shouts.
“When did I ever avoid…”
I started, but he cut me off again, his voice rising in intensity.
“You cried and pleaded and clung to me, saying you loved me, and now your feelings have already changed?”
Master spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.
His voice was sharp, a cutting edge that sliced through my composure, and I flinched a little, opening my mouth to make an excuse in a smaller voice, knowing it was probably futile.
“But Master, you also…”
I tried again, desperately, to remind him of his own actions, of the woman he had been with.
“I have no intention of listening to your excuses. I should have made it clear who the Master was long ago.”
His voice was final, utterly devoid of any warmth or understanding.
Master’s reaction was unsettling.
I felt that something was wrong, deeply, fundamentally wrong, but the atmosphere had already changed irrevocably.
The air in the room was thick with a dark energy, a suffocating presence that pressed in on me.
Master’s eyes were completely unfocused, a terrifying blankness that indicated he was no longer seeing me, but rather some projection of his own anger and frustration.
“Ugh…!”
Master roughly kissed me, his mouth crashing against mine with brutal force.
I was startled and closed my lips instinctively, trying to resist, and Master bit down with his teeth.
The sharp pain, a sudden, stinging agony, made me cry out, surprised by the stinging pain, I opened my mouth, and a tongue abruptly plunged in, rummaging all over my mouth, a violation that left me breathless and disoriented.
Pressed down by Master’s violent kiss, I frantically grabbed his shoulders, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
His tense muscles clearly conveyed his mood, hard as stone, radiating a furious energy.
He tasted of anger and something else, something I couldn’t quite identify but that filled me with dread.
My head was spinning, my body rigid with shock and fear.
Master’s hands fumbled over my body, moving with an aggressive swiftness.
Without me realizing it, all the shirt buttons came undone in an instant, popping open as if they were nothing.
The chillingly cold air touched my skin, raising goosebumps, a stark contrast to the burning heat emanating from Master’s body.
The sudden exposure left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Our lips parted, a gasp escaping my throat.
I tried to converse with Master, to plead, to understand, but he took off my jacket and shirt and threw them out of reach so I couldn’t pick them up, deliberately severing any chance of regaining a sense of normalcy.
The garments landed in a heap on the floor, a symbol of my increasing helplessness.
The atmosphere was ominous, thick with unspoken threats.
I called out to Master with a trembling voice, a desperate plea for him to stop, to see me, to understand.
“M-Master…”
“Why? You said you liked me. So I’ll embrace you as you wish.”
Master said that too, his voice still edged with that chilling sarcasm, a twisted interpretation of my earlier confession, using my own words against me.
Then he took off his top, his movements unhurried, deliberate.
As his upper body was revealed right before my eyes, my face grew hot, a flush of embarrassment and a strange, unfamiliar stir of sensation.
I swallowed the words I was about to say, clamping my mouth shut, the raw sight of him stealing my breath.
His body was lean and muscled, a powerful presence that dwarfed me.
“You acted like you’d push me away, saying you didn’t want it, but you want to have sex, don’t you?”
Master saw my reaction and scoffed again in disbelief, a cruel triumph in his eyes.
Then he bent down and kissed me again, his lips pressing down with renewed intensity.
Unlike before, when I was frantic to push him away, my body tensing with resistance, this time I began to quietly accept Master’s tongue with a very different attitude.
A strange sense of resignation, mixed with a reluctant curiosity, settled over me.
My initial resistance had been futile, and a part of me, a small, frightened part, seemed to capitulate to the inevitable.
My lips softened, my body relaxed slightly, a subtle surrender that Master immediately detected.
“Hoo…”
Master seemed to notice it, a low sound of satisfaction escaping his throat, and gladly reciprocated my efforts.
His breathing deepened, becoming heavier.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, crushing me against him, pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth, a possessive invasion that left me gasping.
“Ugh…!”
It was difficult to accept the sudden kiss that enveloped me to my very core, overwhelming my senses, so I clutched Master’s lapels and clung on, my fingers digging into the fabric as if it were my only anchor.
I tried to endure it somehow, even though I couldn’t breathe properly, my lungs burning, but the more I did, the more violently Master tangled our tongues, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding.
The kiss was a whirlwind of sensation, both terrifying and strangely intoxicating.
I couldn’t control my saliva and drooled, a small stream of liquid escaping the corner of my mouth.
Then Master pulled away from my lips, his eyes dark and hungry, and long-licked the liquid dripping down my chin, a deliberate, sensual gesture that sent shivers through me, a chilling reminder of his absolute control.
The taste of my own saliva, mixed with his, was a strange, unsettling blend.
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