Slave and master

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

"I really don't know if this is real, but you have to understand that I never knew you were a living person in this world. All I did was to write a damn fictional book, I didn't mean to make you kill the love of your life." I pleaded hoping he would see some sense in what am saying. Like, if I had know my characters were living and not just in my book and my imagination, I wouldn't have made them suffer.

He snickered, "that's not an excuse darling."

Oh fuck! This rodeo is real.

I decided to come out as fearless and brave. If truly this is all real, then it means that I made him and he is suppose to be afraid of me not the other way around. "If you don't get the fuck out of my house, then I will just make sure I restart your story and kill you off. As a dead man, I don't think there's any suffering you would be causing me if you are a dead man." I said with both my hands on my waist. I have to admit, I feel so good.

"For a writer you have a peanut as this size of your brain. How would you be able to write if you can't get to your writing materials. And wait, do you even know what made your characters to be real, I don't think you have a single idea of why I am real and not just in your damn novel, so tell me sweetheart, how are you going to kill me if you can't even figure out what's going on" he grinned, now I feel so damn stupid.

I bowed my head in shame, gosh am such a big fool.

"I thought as much, miss writer. Anyway this is how whatever am planning for you is going to work." He paused, walked to the couch, sat on it and stared at me with his insanely authoritative look. I gulped.

"For the next one month darling, you are going to be my obedient slave, and I will be your master. I will show you what suffering is like, so you never make any other future character of yours suffer again." He crossed and uncrossed in his leg.

I am confuse, did he just say he will be my master?

"And as a slave it is expected of you to only do as I say. Whatever you do, you must ask for my permission first and if I don't give you the go ahead, you do not act on your own will." He paused.

I shifted on both my legs. I am definitely dreaming, cause in real life I have freedom of cause.

He stood up from the couch, and walked to where I'm standing... "So what I basically mean, is that... you can only talk when I give you the permission to do so. You can only pee or poo, when I give you the fucking permission. You can't step a foot out of this house, if I do not give you the permission to do so. You can't sleep or eat, drink water, have your bath. You can't do anything at all, without my permission." He lowered his self a little bit, so he could look me in the eye. "Do you understand what I just said." He grinned.

"No, of course not. Why would I ever need your permission to live my life or do what needs to be done on a daily basic, i will live my...." I didn't get to finish my sentence before I found myself falling to the ground. He slapped me! Really hard!

"Look here bitch, I'm not fucking joking, so don't you think I am. You had better listen if you want your suffering to come on a smaller dosage."

My hand on my face, my eyes tripled the original size I couldn't help but wonder if this is truly a dream or a reality I have failed to face. Still in shock, he grabbed my hair really tightly and made me sit down.

"This is how is going to go down bitch, you will do as I say or you will be fucked up by me!!" He yelled in my face, pulling my hair so badly, it felt like my hair was about to get separated from my skull. My eyes felt so peppery, but I tried everything in my power to hold back the tears, probably one or two tear did fall out but nothing more.

"Do you understand what am saying, or do I have to be more aggressive!!" He bellowed, his hand gripping my hair tighter.

I didn't answer.

"Do you understand me Janice!!" He bellowed again, but still no answer from me.

"Janice! Do you understand all what I just said to you!!" He yelled, this time much more angrier than the last. His grip much more stronger.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes I understand you, I understand you!!" I shouted out, I couldn't endure the pain anymore.

"Now that's much more better, and because you responded, I will be letting go of your hair now. Next time, just try to be obedient/responsive quicker, and I will not have to pull your hair from your skull." He said while letting go of my hair.

He stood up and towered above me, like a master would do over his dog. "So here's the deal slave, because I want you to know your place, from today you will be sleeping in the kitchen on the cold floor with nothing on."

I raise my head abruptly, trying to understand what he just said, "With.... with... with nothing on?" I stuttered.

"You didn't ask for permission to speak, but I will let it go, and yes... you will sleep on the kitchen cold floor, naked. You have to earn your clothes slave, and also a blanket. You have a lot of privileges to earn, but you can start by taking of your clothes." He smiled at me without a single a care, or sympathy. He just asked me to sleep on a cold floor, naked!