Chapter 10 Obedience

"Come, Aurora." He commanded as he walked through the hallways. He was wearing a white robe that fluttered behind him. His posture was regal and he strode in a manner that would remind you of kings. His long silver hair was tied back in a loose ponytail swinging behind him.

I was finally given some clothes. Yet, it does so little to keep me warm. I cannot recall how long it's been since my near-death experience. I'm assuming a couple of weeks.

Things have been different since then. As promised I wasn't allowed to leave his side for a second. He took me wherever he went, may it be the strange throne room or the room that had star charts and holograms. He always looks into them at night while I'm always kept by his side.

I suppose the only privacy I'm given is when I need to use the strange futuristic-looking washrooms that were given to me in the rooms I was in the first time I met with Shadow.

He stops and I bumped into his massive frame from behind.

I quickly look down. Remembering my "Training."

I'm to always look down when being spoken to and I must obey orders without hesitation.

I can feel his gaze on me and I could only imagine the cruel smirk on his lips.

He might have won the battle but not the war. I fume silently, remembering how he tried to "tame" me a few weeks ago. He brought a metal-looking collar and clasped it around my neck. I struggled of course. yet he found new creative methods to torture me and make me uncomfortable.

Every time I disobeyed I'd be touched and kissed in ways I wish he didn't. He strips away my dignity knowing there is nothing I hate more than feeling pleasure through his hands and he uses that to control me.

If that doesn't work then comes the pain. I'd have to be on my knees throughout the day to be "disciplined."

He told me a few days ago how lenient and patient he's been with me. By now his "pets" would have been fully obedient. He said this with a gleeful gaze. It means he has fun trying to break me apart piece by piece.

he welcomes the challenge because it's his twisted form of entertainment.

Well, I'm not going to give him that satisfaction. I'll fake it till I make it. I'll do as he says for now until I get the upper hand. I realized I can't act rashly anymore.

I must be smart.

Yet nothing compares to the boiling hatred I feel towards him every time he controls me.

"You've been surprisingly well behaved today Aurora." I hear him say as I observe my bare feet.

Yes, of course, I have been.

The last time I didn't do as he said he'd taken me to the pool and stripped all my clothes. He plunged my head underwater until the last moment I couldn't breathe to pull me back out. All because I called him a bastard. A name suited for him in my opinion. I suppose he didn't like the disrespect.

Then he proceeded to touch me. Hands exploring my body, fingers stroking me in places that made me blush. I felt his smile against my lower entrance just before he stroked me with his tongue. Lapping up juices I was shamefully producing. I would instantly stop struggling hoping it would all end despite how good it felt and he would pull away. Chuckling at me.

because he can just easily tame me with a stroke of his tongue and nothing more.

I blushed furiously, hating myself.

He guessed what I was thinking about and laughed. It was a laugh that sounded carefree. Not the familiar evil chuckle I'm used to. I blink up at him forgetting to keep my head down.

he gives me his hand.

"Come. Since you have been behaving so well I shall reward you."

I looked at his hand and then up at him hesitating. He smiles down at me patiently, like I'm a child taking my first steps.

Frowning, I put my hand in his, his massive knuckles curling around my fingers as he pulled me to his side.

My grip tightens as we walked. Hands intertwined.

I didn't understand what he meant by reward. It couldn't be anything good I ponder as I feel the weight of the metal collar around my neck.