Chris POV

I shook Ryan awake, as he'd fallen asleep on the couch some time ago. He looked up at me, spooked.

"Wh-what?"

"Come on, sleepy head. Let's get you in a bed." I said, ruffling his long hair.

'Fucking idiot.' I thought to myself. 'Don't get attached, Chris. Goddamn it don't you fucking get attached. You're going to have to kill him soon.'

I sighed, helping him up the stairs. He would have fallen in his tired state. I walked him to the guest bedroom, and pulled back the covers. He was too tired to fight me when I picked him up and laid him down. I pulled the covers over him. He had fallen back to sleep. I stared at him for a moment. How could I ever kill someone like him. I know it's my job, and that I was born to do it. Hell, I've done it before, but I don't think it's ever been this hard. I sighed, walking towards the door. I was halfway out when I heard a small, slurred voice behind me.

"Stay..."

I looked back, seeing his green eyes staring back at me. I desperately wanted to, but I knew I couldn't get attached. Fuck! I hesitantly shook my head. "I can't. You go to sleep. If you need anything, my room is right across the hall."

"Mhmm...." he sounded sad. I felt bad, but I knew I'd get attached which would make this harder to do.

I sighed, leaving the room. I shut the door behind me, walking across the hall to my room. I shut the door, and was immediately greeted by the sound of my phone ringing. What the fuck?! I picked it up, clicking the answer button.

"What?" I growled. Big mistake.

"Get your sorry ass back here right the fuck now. And don't you ever fucking talk me like that again. Do I make myself clear?"

I didn't reply. Shit. I was in for it now. I didn't look at the caller ID and now I was fucked.

"Do I fucking make myself clear?" He hissed.

"Y-yes, sir. I'll be right there."

He hung up. Fuck me. Fuck my motherfucking life. He won't accept the fact that I didn't mean to speak to him like that. If I even try to tell him that, he'll beat the shit out of me. Fuck.

I created a portal, and stepped through. I didn't know what he wanted originally, but now he was pissed.

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I soon found myself on my knees, yet again. He gripped a chunk of my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"You know, I was calling to be nice to you...but you fucked that up."

"It was an accident, I swear. I-I didn't know it was you."

"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed.

I took a few deep breathes. He threw me to the floor, driving his boot into my side.

"Please..." I groaned.

"I told you to shut up, and you do what you're told!"

To shield my body from further assault, I curled into a ball. He kicked me over and over again.

I coughed and choked, blood dripping from my lips.

"Don't you ever, ever, speak to me like that again. You belong to me. You are my property. You do as your told. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir." I whispered.

"Master." He growled. "Yes, Master."

"Yes, Master."

"You will continue to call me that until I tell you otherwise." He spoke, pulling me to my knees. "Maybe the feeling of being constantly degraded will help you learn your place."

I stared up at him with teary eyes.

No. I couldn't go through this again. He already belittles me everytime I speak with him. He's broken me down, and dehumanized me all my life. Once I started to behave, he let me call him sir, just like everyone else. I'm the only one that would ever have a reason to call him master. And it was such a terrible feeling to be the only one.

"Please, no..."

"I will make it worse if you don't do as I say." He threatened.

I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I finally answered.

"Yes, m-master."

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hat the fuck even is this story? Is it even good?

~Syn