Obey Me Quiz Novels & Stories

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

It was a command. “Ask me.” “No.” “Then, no.” “You’re not grasping the arrangement, it seems.” “I don’t do commands very well.” “And I don’t repeat myself.” His voice grew sharp. “But, just this once, for you, I will. You want to know what I want? What this is about? It’s about trust. Obedience. Compliance. You obey, I learn to trust you. If I trust you, I will give you my name and allow you to see me. Then I’ll allow things to go further. If I don’t trust you, this will take much longer, and be much harder.”

— Sit down and don't lean out! “Give me one reason why I should obey you unquestioningly?” I calmly retorted. Reiner turned on the light in the room and stared at me with a completely wild and twisted face. Mother Firstborn! What is it with him? “I would like to thank you for helping me.

“It will be okay.” Sabrina tried to smile but failed miserably, her bottom lip quivering with fear. Once the cuff was secure to a rod that ran along the side of the truck’s interior, they sat on the seat and waited while Bachmeier slipped the last cuff around Sabrina’s free wrist. He smiled again, a sickening laugh escaping his mouth as the aroma of bad breath filled the small space between them. “Now, that’s what I call a pretty sight,” he said. “Two whores tied up and ready for some fun. Too bad we don’t have the time.”

you will see a paper in your seat. Not now after the task. go fast!! or your friend will be in danger. ____ I couldn't do anything against him. I did as he told me. when I got back. I saw a piece of paper on my seat. it read. ____ warning : Don't ever try to dig this matter again or disturb my boss. DON'T DISTURB MY BOSS if you disobey me. if you say out about our game. you will get another interesting game like this but different.

Lena's POV. Gina peers down at me with a look of disdain in her eyes. I meet her stare head on, I'm not going to cower and be weak. "My number one rule is obedience, you follow that and you may just be able to get out of here sane and whole. But if you don't I'd take pleasure in breaking you and drugging you until you're compliant. And another thing fail to do as I say and you will be punished and trust me you don't want that. Have I made myself clear?" When asks me, still looking down at me like I'm filth underneath her shoes.

“Show him you’re sincere.” “How?” The question came out as a frustrated growl. “By being obedient. Patient.” I stiffened. “Obedient? You want me to be a dog at his beck and call? To roll over and beg?” The image was so antithetical to my entire being it was physically repulsive.

You have to cook and do all the house chores, Rule number 3; No picking of calls doing work time” he said “But sir;” I tried speaking but he shut me up “I’m not through yet and that’s my rules, you can’t change it;” he said “Alright;” I said lowering my gaze "Rule number 4 which is the last, You must obey my words, anything I ask you to do at any….pick my words, at any time, you must respond immediately;” he said “Ok sir, I’m ready to do anything you ask me to do;” I said thinking it’s gonna be any chores

“Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?” I met his eyes evenly. “I understand.” My heart pounded, but my expression betrayed nothing. He believed he had control. For now. **** The day stretched long, filled with subtle games and psychological tests. Mark observed me in every interaction—subtle glances, phrases laden with obsession, quiet instructions veiled as guidance. I obeyed, yes, but I also tested. Every pause, every glance, every movement was a test of his attention, his obsession, and his awareness.

"I want you to listen carefully and remember what I say because I don't like repetition. Understand?" Jenna nodded. "1. You will always listen to me and obey me. 2. You will not argue with me about anything I do. Let me do whatever I want with you. 3. You will not run away. 4. You will be punished if you disobey. 5. You will not go anywhere unless I tell you to. If there are new rules, I will tell you. Remember them well, because if you don't obey them, your life with me will be very difficult. Are there any questions?"