Being owned – Part 18

Another endless morning. It was even longer since I had gotten up after my nightmare. Keith had brought breakfast as usual and left. I had ignored it. Maybe later I would eat. For now I was content with being curled up on the sofa and staring at the TV. The DVD I had chosen earlier had finished some time ago and only the menu showed on the screen but I didn’t get up to change it. Neither did I reach for the remote to restart. Just now my brain was comfortingly blank and I didn’t want to change that.

“You okay?” Keith voice made me jump. I hadn’t even noticed him entering the room. It was dark outside. Where had the day gone? But if Keith was here it would mean my owner wouldn’t come.

“Yeah, all good.” I sat up straight and winced. Stiff muscles protested against the movement. “Just miles away.” Keith looked at me. I looked away, tried to loosen the knots in my neck and back. For a long time he just stood there.

“If you don’t feel good, if you feel ill”, he clarified “I can always arrange a doctors appointment.”

I snorted. “No thanks”. The last visit was still burning in my memory. The humiliation of being treated like an animal. And of seeing the girl being raped afterwards.

“Just saying.” He took a step back and raised his hands. “you haven’t eaten, you seem a bit off…”

“Have I done anything wrong?” I blurted out before I even knew that I was going to say something.

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged. How do you explain, admit, that you miss being fucked by dogs and their werewolf pack leader?

The only times when he had left me alone so far had been when I was bleeding. And then I had been able to roam freely not being forced to stay inside because of the cold.

Keith looked at me, waiting for an answer I couldn’t give. “Never mind”, I murmured and got up. Some food, bed, maybe I could sleep.

He nodded. “Okay, if you need anything… just talk to me. See you tomorrow.”

And he left. I was alone – again.

I heard the door. Too late for my owner so it must be breakfast time again. Keith was rummaging in the kitchen and I felt a slight pang of guilt about the leftovers from last night. Well, I hadn’t been hungry.

A different sound. The trapdoor. As soon as I heard it I jumped up. My second coffee spilled, all over my naked body and on the carpet.