For fear, that he might end up making good with his threats, I decided to go for breakfast. After all, it's better I endure having a meal with him than having to endure another humiliating beating from the stupid Alpha.
Taking my time in taking a bath, I dress in the jumper and a tank top I found on the bed *who knows, he's likely the one that kept it there.*
Making sure my hair is presentable *an Alpha needs to look his best no matter the situation.* I leave the room searching for the so-called kitchen, or dining room.
I really can't recall what he called it.
"You disappoint me." The Alpha gave me a once over, "I was hoping you won't come, this way I'll get to have an excuse to spank you some more."
"In your dreams."
" I'll probably do more than spanking you in my dreams." He winks.
I look at the so-called dining table that only has one chair, and that one is being occupied by the Devil's Incarnate.
"Where am I going to sit?" Eyeing the food on the table, my mouth watered at the sight. Licking my lips, it felt as if I'd started eating the food in front of me, already.
"I forgot I now have another person in here," he gives me a look of pity that doesn't look like it.
It felt as if he was in some ways mocking me.
"You called me down for breakfast, but you couldn't produce a chair for me to sit in?" I darkly glare at him.
Is he trying to humiliate me?
Is that why he didn't bring any chair?
This way I'll get to return to my room in anger, and forget about the meal?
I can see this is a new line of torture.
But despite knowing all that, I still turned to leave.
Staying here will make me look like the fool he wants me to look like.
"You know what, you can have your meal all to yourself, I am leaving!" I turn to return to my room.
"If you take another step towards your room, I'll take it that your butt is begging for some attention." The stupid rogue Alpha spoke up.
His words made me stop dead in my tracks. Turning to him, I darkly glare at the stupid male.
I hate the spanking of stuff, not because of the beating, but how powerless it made me.
It makes me feel insignificant, small and powerless.
"And what do you want me to do? Sit on the table?"
"There are two options here." He smirked some more.
" And what are they?" I look around the large table searching for any chair that was initially hidden from sight, but I saw none.
"You have the choice of either sitting on the floor or…."
"The floor?" I growl at him, "what do you take me for? A fucking pet?" I snap at him, my eyes on the so-called floor.
Sitting on the floor next to him will be the worst kind of humiliation he'll take me through.
As an Alpha, having someone kneel or sit next to you on the floor is an act of surrender.
Should I do that, it'll mean am finally surrendering to him. Giving him my life to do as he pleases.
"You don't want that?" He smirked, "I have another option for you." He smiled slyly.
"And what's that? At least, the second option might in some ways be better than the first option. The table might be the next.
" There's enough space on my lap, you can sit on it." He pats his lap, "This is your second option."
And here I thought the second option will be far better than the first, but it turned out they're all the same.
None of the options is better. They're all self-deprecating, Doing any of them is an act of full-blown humiliation.
" I can see you don't want me to have a meal with you." I give him a dark glare, one that's capable of freezing a person to their bones.
"I do. Why shouldn't I want you to have breakfast with me?" He points to the covered food, "you see those two are my only options for you if you want to eat."
"The table? I can sit on it. It doesn't matter where I sit."
Had it not been for the fact am hungry, and the threat that he's going to spank me should I leave, I would have left since the conversation turned North.
"As you said, it doesn't matter where you sit. I've given you my options already, it's left to you to choose the one you want.
As for the table, it's not an option at all. I don't like it when someone sits at the same table I eat at. It's not hygienic at all." He morphs his face into one of distaste.
" I think you don't want me to …" my stomach took that stupid time to make some noise.
" You're hungry." He points the obvious out, "you don't need to suffer yourself. All you have to do is pick one of the options I gave you, and we'll start eating.
The more we talk, the more the food gets cold."
" Can't I just stand and eat?"
" No, you can't. This is my home, and everything that happens here should be according to my rules.
I do things based on how well I think it suits me. Should you not like that, I don't know what will happen then." He turned to the food, opened the plates in front of him, and proceeded to help himself with some pancakes.
The sweet aroma coming from the coffee, the pancakes, and the waffles made me salivate the more, my stomach grumbling like an old man.
The Alpha paid me no attention as he continued with his meal. His entire focus is on the food in front of him.