"Baby, make sure you eat your food." Damien tells me the next day. I take a fork full of my plan salad and stuff it in my mouth. Chewing over what Damien said last night about wanting a child. He said that he only wants one, no more. According to him, more then one will take to much time away from him.

I look over at Damien texting on his phone while eating a bloody steak. I gag a little and go back to my boring, tasteless salad. For once I'm glad I didn't get the food Damien got.

"You do know that this will happen, right Olivia? about our discussion last night, about a kid." Damien's deep voice interrupts my thoughts. I just nod and stuff more salad in my mouth so I wont have to talk about it. By now, basically all my salad is gone from my bowl.

Like once a long time ago, my bowl of now empty salad is thrown to the wall, shattering it. This is done by the one and only Damien. I look at him from my seat to see him stand and fuming.

"I'm done with this shit with you!" he screams in my face. "I have been nice to you for weeks, I kept the collar off even and i know you were faking that shit in the elevator. You don't talk to me, come near me, and you go off and talk to other fucking men when we go out, you fucking whore!" He yells, ticked off.

I gulp at the name he called me, it isn't common for him to call me a type of name like that. Its usually my name or a pet name he has given me. I slowly get off the seat and put my shaky hands on his chest, feeling the bare skin.

"Damien, please calm down. I just haven't been feeling good these last couple week and I didn't want you to get sick." I tell him. It isn't a complete lie, I have been feeling a bit off. "You know I-I love you right?" I whisper to him.

Damien stares into my eyes, making me shake even more. I feel his arms wrap around my torso, they just rest there for a second until I'm being roughly pulled into his chest. "You are fucking lying, like always." he grits through his teeth, his arms tighten around me.

I look at him wide eyed and try to get out of his hold but its useless, he has me caught like a fly in a spiders web. I'm full on shaking from his intense stare. Damien just keep staring, I see his eyes twitch.

His arms push me away and I regain my balance by holding tight to the table. Damien turns away from me and runs his hands through his hair. "Leave." He whispers.

"What?" I stupidly ask.

Damien briskly turns towards me with barely controlled anger. "Leave goddammit! Get out of my fucking sight now!" He screams in fury. I nod quickly and run up the stair to my old room.

I walk in and quietly close the door, going to the bed and getting under the puffy, pink covers. I close my eyes when I start hearing crashing downstairs. I don't understand the things Damien does and I'm sure I will never find out.

I open my eyes and see my old desk with a small, pretty letter opener neatly to the side. Along with a bunch of other little things that I'm not sure what are needed for. I get off the bed and grab the small letter opening.

I stare at it and feel the slightly dull edges. After seeing how Damien is getting worse with his anger control. I want at least a bit of help on fighting back if things go haywire. Its not until that moment do I realize that the noise downstairs has gone silent.

I rush to the door and open it slightly, peeking my head out and looking down the hallway to our room that we sleep in. Closing the door quietly and turning off the light, I go back to the bed and get under the covers with the letter opener safely tucked under my pillow.

Laying in the bed for the better part of an hour, I was staring off into space and thinking of my family when the door creaks open. I quickly close my eyes and act asleep when someone steps in and closes the door. I know its Damien, who else would it be.

I'm not sure what he is doing but I feel like he is just watching me "sleep". I don't hear any movement and I'm not even sure if he is still there. I peek open one eye to see total darkness. The door suddenly opens swiftly, flooding light into the room.

Damien walks in, I look at him in confusion and then look around the room. Was I imagining the door opening?

"Come Olivia. I have a new collar I hope you will like." Damien says, staring right at me. I don't even comprehend what he said since I am too preoccupied on wondering if I imagine someone coming into this room or not. I get off the bed and keep looking around while walking towards Damien.

Damien grips my hand and pulls me out of the room but not before I catch a glimpse of a shadow in the closet. I keep trying to look back in the room but Damien doesn't stop tugging me to walk with him.

"Wait, Damien I think there is someone in there." I say quickly.

"No one is in there Olivia, there is security everywhere. You don't have to worry, no one will be able to get into this place." He says, sounding annoyed.

I just stay quiet, he has assured me many times before that no one can get in this place. I only asked this when I got dragged back here to see if anyone can come save me. No one did, it just seems that everyone gave up or don't care. My heart hurts thinking this way; I am not sure what my parents did to help or are doing now. They probably gave up too.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"A room."

I sigh because of Damien's answer and just keep walking a little behind him. We go into our room and Damien tells me to sit on the bed which I do. His earlier tantrum not being spoke of and I'm sure not going to bring it up with his short fuse.

I see him exit the room but comes back quickly with a wooden box, he sits next to me and turns to face me with the small box. I look at him, unsure what he wants me to do. I always feel like an idiot now, even Damien tells me I am.

"Open it, Olivia." He sighs, smiling slightly. He nudges the wooden box on to my lap, making sure it wont fall. I take it and hold it gently. If this was a year ago and Damien gave anything to me, I would throw it across the room and refuse to touch it. Enough punishments from Damien taught me not to do that to which that took a while.

Damien isn't half bad if you just follow what he wants you to do. Which includes basically being controlled; but I have gotten use to it so I don't notice it as much anymore.

I look down at the box and open it slowly. Not to my surprise, another collar is inside. Its broad and full black on color, supporting black lace and dull, short spikes all around; a small loop is right smack in the middle with a short matching leash attached to it.

I look up at Damien and force a smile. "Thank you." I say stiffly. "I love it." Lying has become second nature in my life. I feel like I am not even me anymore. I lean over to Damien and kiss his cheek lightly.

Damien slowly pushes me back until I'm laying on the bed with my feet slightly touching the floor. The small box in still on my lap when Damien leans over me. His lips go to my neck and I feel him laying gently kisses all around, from my collarbone to my jaw line.

"What are you doing?" I ask, jumping slightly when I feel him start to bite down on my skin. Damien ignores my question and keeps leaving hickeys on my neck. I squirm slightly, feeling uncomfortable like always when Damien is near me.

I let my hands travel up to Damiens chest, laying them flat against him and push against him slightly. He lifts his head and stares at me. I move slightly more, trying to get out of this uncomfortable position.

"Stop moving, Olivia." Damien speaks, still staring down at me. "You're so fucking beautiful. I shouldn't have said that in the kitchen. I am sor-" He pauses and sighs, looking away from me. "-I am trying to be better, that's why I told you to leave the room, so I wouldn't hurt you. I know that's why you don't talk or why you are always so scared of me." He caresses the side of my face, moving some of my hair out of the way. Was he just trying to apologize?

Damien stands and helps me sit up straight. I am still pretty shocked on Damiens small speech and his kind voice. Maybe that's why he has been acting nicer these last few days.

"I know you hate it but you need to wear the collar. Its for your safety and I can know where you are at all times." Damien grabs the collar from inside the box. He unlocks it to open with a small key, these small locks are on all the collars since one time I managed to get the collar off of me. I lift my hair so its off of my neck and Damien latches it around my neck. The short leash is still attached to the collar.

He rarely uses the leashes he owns since he knows its on the list of things I hate the most. I put my hand on the clip to the leash, ready to take it off, thinking he forgot when his voice stops me. "Don't pet. Just because I said I would be nicer and such doesn't mean we can just abandon everything I taught you. Abandon the rules." He tells me sternly.

"Yes sir." I answer obediently and put my hands to my side. Looking down at my feet, I feel a tug at my neck. I quickly look back up at Damien surprised, he looks at me expectedly and I take a step towards him. I feel like I am going to cry which would be a bad thing since Damien hates it when I cry, saying things like I need to grow up.

I walk with Damien and I see we are heading to his office. Once we enter, Damien tugs me along to his side of the desk and he sit down on his chair. He lets go of the leash and I take that as my cue to sit down. I walk around his desk and sit down.

I'm looking around his office since I don't come in here much, Damien is usually in here is mostly the reason, it also kind of smells. "What are you doing?" I look at Damien with wide eyes to see him glaring at me. I quickly stand.

"I was just..." I trailed off, not sure what I did wrong.

"I didn't tell you that you can sit there, did I?"

I look at my feet. "No sir."

"Come. You can sit on my lap while I do my work." Damien says and moves his chair back.

I walk over, the leash swinging at my side, and sit on the edge of Damiens knee. He chuckles and pulls me back, swinging my legs over his lap. I notice he grabs hold of the leash and puts it around his wrist. I'm a dog...

*

Its been about a hour and Damien has been signing what looks like important documents and answering phone calls the whole time. We talked some, about little things on if I liked his gift, meaning the collar that's tightly secured around my neck. Of course I said yes, that I loved it very much and gave him a kiss for good measure.

"What do you think about living in a house? I mean if we are going to have a kid then we will need more room. A backyard so he can play and maybe a pool. What ever kids like now a days." Damien tells me suddenly, all so quickly that I totally forgot about this kid he wants. I stayed silent, processing this when he starts talking again.

"Of course, you will be staying home and taking care of him while I go to work." Damien blabbers on while I start thinking of even having a kid. I'm not even 20 yet, I haven't finished my high school degree since I ran away before that could happen. Oh god, I didn't even realized that Damien has stopped having a doctor come over to give me my shot to stop any kind of pregnancy to happen.

I think back to the last time I got the shot and realized it been a little over three months. Its always been such a little thing in my agenda of remember things because Damien always handled everything that goes on around me. Plus, Damien doesn't tell me much on things that he does.

Could I be pregnant now?

I look down at my stomach, rubbing my hand over it. I have been feeling weird lately, not sick or anything. Its just a strange feeling I get. A hand goes over mine that's on my stomach. I look up to see Damien smiling down at me.

"Would you like that?" He says, I look at him confused since I wasn't listening to him at all. Damien reads my expression, "I can go out and buy a couple pregnancy test or we can even head over to the doctors right now, they can tell us." He says, happily. I can feel him moving to stand.

My mouth is agape and my eyes are wide when Damien sets me on my feet, my legs almost buckling. I cant seem to get any words out as Damien grins happily everywhere. Its kind a freaking me out more then this whole pregnancy thing.

"Yes, that's what I will do. I will go get the test now. I want you to start drinking plenty of water. sit tight, I will be back soon" Damien says and leaves the room with me standing there shaking

Is this real?

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