"What did she do?" I asked, my voice unintentionally laced with concern.
"Can we just fucking drop this shit and talk about something else other than my god damned mother?" Master replied, irritated.
"I've always wanted to have a friend, master..." I said suggestively after a few awkward moments.
"No." He bluntly stated while he rubbed tiny circles on my shoulder with his thumb.
"Please, master."
"No."
"Then could you let me out of the house tomorrow?"
"Jamaica, I said no!" I flinched at the way he raised his voice at me and instantly remembered that he was very capable of hurting me terribly.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled solemnly as I tried to get up and leave.
"Stop squirming." Master warned.
"But I need the bathroom." I lied shakily.
"Then fucking hold it." He mumbled as he tightened his arms around me... again. I couldn't believe my ears! Telling me to "hold it" as if I were a child. I was twenty-two and not five or something. Master must have then noticed my mood turn sour at his silly request because he sighed loudly and slowly released me from his oddly addictive embrace.
"Go." He said, his tone indifferent and emotionless once again. I walked to the bathroom on shaky legs and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in while I splashed cold water on my face. After I spent what felt like hours staring at my face in the mirror, I decided that I had to go back but my room was empty, save for master's black t-shirt that he had left on the floor by the bed.
Unsurprisingly falling asleep again didn't come easily; my bed smelled like him, his divine cologne embedded itself deep into my pillows, teasing my senses - gently taunting me. I lay in bed thinking that night; I thought about my master, our arrangement (so to speak...), the way I foolishly yet genuinely felt that I could change him and I also wondered about his mother... Whoever she was... As one can imagine, I was too busy to notice the golden streaks of sunlight that elegantly replaced the darkness in the sky.
Upon getting out of bed, I went about my day as I normally would, I was lonely as I scrubbed relentlessly at a wine stained rug in the living room. As soon as I was done with my chores, I sat on the floor in my master's library, book and blanket in hand as I waited for my master's arrival. He didn't come home that night or any other night for the next week. I should have been used to his absence after being in his house for nearly 8 months but the bitter truth was that I wasn't. I craved company, I hadn't seen any other person except my master and his father and the thought of it was eating at me - much like the fear and uncertainty that came with simply knowing my master.
Suddenly, master burst into the kitchen, cloths wrinckled, boots muddy and still unshaven. Bloodshot eyes lazily scanned the room, taking in everything he saw. Upon noticing me sitting cross-legged by the kitchen island right in front of him, his electric blue eyes met my dull brown ones with the intensity of fire. In that moment, just his gaze had the power to make my body hum, to make me feel like I still had my purpose.  Until a tall, slender redhead stumbled in after him, her red lipstick was smudged and her hair looked very much like a red bird's nest. She held on to his upper arm to maintain her balance but to me it felt like she wanted him. Like she wanted to take the pitiful remains of a man who I was increasingly becoming fond of - the evil man I so desperately wanted to make good. I glanced at the way the woman drunkenly leaned towards my master. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he lets other women touch him. The woman tripped over her own feet and started to fall but master caught her and lifted her into his arms, her head leaning against his muscular chest. I scoffed internally at the scene. Oh how I wish her face had met the floor instead... Master walked past me without saying a single word, not that I wanted him to talk to me or anything...
I went to bed with a burdened heart. That woman was probably the one my master would confide in for that night, however drunk she was. Once again, I fell asleep thinking about him - my master. He was slowly but surely edging himself into my thoughts and dreams and I didn't know how to feel about it.
I woke up the next morning and couldn't bear the thought of having to clean my master's room when he had just had company. The house was already clean since I mostly lived alone and I made sure that I never made anything dirty so I had no choice but to wait in the kitchen until someone told me what to do. Master came in shortly after me, he looked like he had just taken a shower since his hair was wet, I also noticed that it was a lot longer. I could tell he tried to comb it back but a few strands had sprung forward, now brushing his forehead. My eyes slowly travelled downwards, taking in everything I could. He had finally shaved and as my eyes kept wandering, I saw that he was very much half naked. He wore only a pair of charcoal grey sweatpants and I felt my face heat up when he cleared his throat to get me to stop checking him out.
"I'm sorry..." I thoughtlessly mumbled. Master merely smirked in response as he walked towards me until I found myself trapped between the cold metal of the fridge and the warmth of his body. He stood so close to me that I struggled to breathe and yet we weren't even touching. I stared straight ahead, which unfortunately happened to have been his perfect chest. Master carefully placed a single finger under my chin while he leaned down to my ear.
"Look at me, Jamaica." He whispered as he lifted my chin. In that moment, dull brown met electric blue and I was lost. He has a woman in this very house!!! I don't want to be the woman who steals other people's men. I can't! I placed my hands on his chest with the intention of pushing him away but his eyes fluttered closed at the contact, prominent dark veins appeared to run from his eyes down to just under his cheekbones and I could feel powerful vibrations from deep within him causing me to freeze and forget exactly what I was doing. He growled loudly before taking both my hands from his chest and pinning them above my head with one hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he warned.
"I was trying to make you leave me alone. There is a another woman in this house, go to her... Please." I said shakily.
"You're a smart one. But you're mine, wholly and completely mine." He chuckled as he slowly let go and stepped back.
"Master?" I said as I exhaled heavily.
"Yes, Jamaica?"
"Please try not to hurt this one too..." I whispered. He just looked at me and turned around.
"Make some coffee for Amber, I hear its good when dealing with hangovers. By the way, it seems you might have just gotten that friend you asked me for." He said as he left the kitchen.

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