I've never been punished before. Or at least I think this is a punishment for something I'm not too sure I even did. Dolion started walking around me in slow methodical circles. He looked like he was checking out my body. It was silent for a little while. My head running a marathon trying to figure out what was going on. What was to become of me. What I did wrong. When I was starting to get somewhere in my head thinking about the encounter I had with Dolion. The phone call to my mother, followed by the meeting of the two opposing males. Now I am in my room kneeling. The most dominant of all the people in this house, walking around me like an animal ready to attack.
I stared at the floor feeling helpless. Feeling weak. I saw his black dress shoes stop in front of me. Perfectly polished, not a speck on them. His hand made its way down my cheek and under my chin. Lifting my head to look at him but I refused. My eyesight towards his stomach. Because it would be weird to look at his groin.
"Look at me." He sounded like he was demanding but it was in a more mellow tone.
It took me a little bit to do what was said. But I did. I looked up and met with his eyes.
"What were you doing with Favain?"
"I...." I started but couldn't finish.
"You what?"
"I gave him a hug." I spat it out, trying not to stutter.
"A long one." He adds.
"What does that matter!" I darted him a defensive glare.
He glared back, giving me a dominating stare. "Alright. You want to play this game? Fine, you can kneel there."
"F-for how long?" I ask.
"For as long as I tell you." He gives me a little smirk.
I watch him with confusion as he gets up once more and continues to walk around me slowly. Watching me. I feel my hands slowly turn into fists. I felt his smirk slowly turn to a smile. My anger started to rise and thoughts in my mind start to tell me that I don't need to follow through with this bull shit. Gaining confidence, I get up from the kneeling position starting for the door. Fuming with rage, I didn't want to stay.
He grabs my wrist, bringing me back. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving,"
"I don't think so. Did I tell you to get up?"
"No."
"Then why did you get up?"
"Because I don't want to be here. I don't want to kneel for however long while you drool all over me. I'm not a toy!"
"No, no you're not."
"Then why do you treat me like this?"
"You want to know the truth?"
"Yes, but don't pull anymore bullshit on me."
He smirks, pulling me into a hug. I feel myself calming down in his arms. Slowly getting sleepy. I feel my eyelids getting heavy, slowly fluttering closed. It all goes black.