Chapter 10 - Let's Stick With Cute
"Melissa, don't make me repeat myself again." Ray continued to bug me. "Who was at the door?"
"Nobody you need to worry about. And you don't have to worry about me saying I was kidnapped. Last time I told someone, he thought I was lying." I shrugged, furrowing my eyebrows as I thought of a certain someone name Mason. That boy confuses me with his mixed emotions.
Ray growled at my response. "That's not a good answer."
Cue the silence.
I coughed uncomfortably and changed the subject so he would forget about it. "Well, I just got my uniform, so I guess I'll go and change, Master." I winked.
Cue more silence.
Ray's eyes twinkled with intrigue and a tiny hint of lust as if we were never talking about the subject before a couple seconds ago.
Oh no. I'm in trouble. Winking was not a good idea! I thought it would add the slightest effect, but it added so much of a turn on, that he had lust in his eyes. WHY DID I THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA???
I coughed awkwardly again and immediately ran to my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I made a really big mistake. The winking was too much!
As these thoughts ran through my head, I realized that I was having a panic attack. I breathed slowly to calm myself down and soon enough I was breathing normally.
I hate it when I get panic attacks. It feels like a complete stranger chained a heavy ball to your ankle, and then pushed you off to a cliff, into the water. You can't breathe and all you can do is think of how wrong your life is.
I quickly got into my uniform and it was actually extremely comfortable. Not enough to walk through a desert in, but enough to wear the whole day and not complain.
It fit perfectly around the right curves to make me look... sexy?
No that's not the right word.
Cute maybe?
Let's stick with cute.
I sighed as I put on the shoes, making my outfit finally complete.
I smiled, satisfied with the uniform, and grabbed the doorknob, followed by opening the door faster than I should have.
Instead of seeing an empty hallway in front of me, I was face to face with three 20-year-old men, staring at me intensely. I took a step back in surprise and let out a small squeak from fear. They all had different expressions:
Marcus was nodding in approval, satisfied with the outfit's fitting.
Jordan was grinning like a maniac and I swear I heard him squeal in excitement.
Ray's jaw was dropped and he was staring at me like I was some kind of greek goddess.
We stared at each other in an awkward silence before I slowly closed my bedroom door, and locked it again.
That was weird.
I cleared my mind and decided to clean my room while I was trapped in it.
~Time Skip~
It's been about an hour since I locked myself in my room and I surprisingly haven't been bothered by any of them ever since. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't scared to open the door though. I was fucking terrified.
I managed to clean the entire room and I was pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Because of my fear of being stared down with every step I took outside of my room, I decided to lay on my, now brand new looking, bed.
I guess all of the cleanings made me exhausted because I'd say about three minutes later, my vision turned to black and I found myself dozing straight into dreamland.
~Time Skip~
"Damnit. I can't take this anymore."
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
CRASH.
Silence.
I was probably half-asleep at the time so I didn't really have control of anything I was doing. Wow, that's a pleasing thought while someone breaks into your room.
Note the sarcasm.
The mute atmosphere filled the room and I felt a dip next to me on the bed.
Whoever it was, sighed and even though my eyes were closed, I could still feel their gaze on me. It was piercing into my soul.
"Melissa, I know you can hear me. You can't react because you're asleep, but you can still hear me out I guess." He said. I recognized the voice as Marcus.
It was actually surprising to hear Marcus. I thought it would either be Jordan trying not to hug me to death, or Ray trying not to rape me. I'm not complaining that it's Marcus though. I would prefer whatever this is, then being hugged or raped.
Marcus sighed again. "Listen, I'm truly sorry about our first introduction. It wasn't right for me to force myself onto you like that. I mean, Ray did worse, but this isn't about him." He paused. "I know it's not right to ever do that to a girl, especially not a new one like you were, so please don't think I usually act like that.
"I've already talked to Ray and Jordan about our deal. Jordan and I decided that we didn't want you to call us 'Master' or anything like that because it's weird. Especially for an 18-year-old depressed girl who got kidnapped and forced away from her family. Just call us 'Marcus' and 'Jordan' like you usually do. I'd suggest calling Ray by his actual name too, considering you gave him a boner in less than 5 minutes just by saying his name like that.
"And I know, I was saying 'Will you call me Master?' and shit like that when we first met, but I've changed and controlled myself. Please believe me."
I groaned in response, shifting to my side and now facing the dip in the bed where Marcus was sitting.
Marcus chuckled at that. "I guess that's a good enough response since you can't do anything else."
There was a long pause before he spoke again.
"I was thinking about apologizing earlier but Jordan and Ray were always around, so that wouldn't work, and I figured that I could say something when you were in the nurse's office, but your 5th period time was close and a few minutes couldn't hold an entire speech like this.
"Anyways, the point being, I'm sorry for the immaturity I have committed and I hope you can forgive me for it. I'd prefer if we didn't talk about this when you actually wake up and I'm sure you'd rather not too either, so just... I don't know honestly. Just don't say anything about it, okay?" He asked, sounding slightly frustrated.
I shifted to my other side so my back was facing him and the dip in the bed disappeared. It was in less than a minute later, that I felt his presence on the other side of the bed, closer to me. He was just looming over me, and even though I wasn't even fully awake or looking at him, it was still really intimidating.
I curled up and clutched the edge of my pillow in fear as dreamland Marcus turned into a huge monster, creeping forward to eat me. I whimpered in fear when he was about to consume me, but a silent gasp escaped my lips at the contact that actually happened when it felt like a kiss on my forehead.
And with that, his presence was gone and I heard the bedroom door close.
What the hell just happened? Marcus comes in, apologizes, tries to eat me, kisses me instead, and then leaves?
About 5 minutes later, I gain my full conscious and sit up in confusion. I think over my dream and put the puzzle pieces together, figuring that the monster thing was my imagination and that everything else actually happened.
Wait. So that means that Marcus kissed me? Why?
I hear the doorknob jiggle, breaking me out of my thoughts. It slowly opens to a crack and I make eye contact with the person looking through on the other side.
The door flies open and I see Jordan practically sprinting towards me I stand up off of the bed and back away, but Jordan soon caught up to me and tackled me in another one of his bear hugs.
"Oh my god, you're so adorable! I love it so much!" He screamed, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around in the air.
"Jordan, please put me down! I'd rather not puke on your face." I laughed and he put me back down to my feet, hugging me once again.
Being my 5'2 self, I didn't even stand up to his chin, so he easily towered over me, resting his head on top of mine.
"Ehhh..." I groaned.
He laughed, making his chest vibrating against me. "What? You don't like my hugs?"
"No, your hugs are fine. I just need personal space. It's only my uniform, so you don't need to get too excited about it. I'll have to wear it every day." I rolled my eyes.
I tried to push him away but he only hugged tighter.
"Joooordan. Please let me go." I whined.
"Just a little longer." He smiled.
"No. Let me go! I don't want hugs right now."
"I'll cook you some food."
I sighed in defeat. And dropped my arms by my side. "Fine."
Jordan laughed again and continued to trap me in his arms, swaying slightly.
About a minute past and my legs started getting tired from the standing, so I protested once again.
"Alright, times up. Let me go, my legs are getting tired." I bossed.
"Excuse me, but I believe you are the servant here. You can leave when I allow you." He shook his head in disapproval.
"But my legs hurt." I groaned.
In one swift motion, Jordan swept me up so he was carrying me bridal style and he walks down to the living room.
Jordan sat down on one of the separate chairs, still carrying me. When he sat down, I ended up sitting on his lap.
I frowned at his action, crossing my arms. "I have to clean the house, Jordan. Please let me leave."
"Nope." He said, popping the 'p.'
"You're not supposed to show affection to your employees."
"We never made that rule."
"Well we should, because Ray's gonna get jealous," I stated.
"What will I get jealous about?" Ray asked, walking into the room, chugging down a water bottle.
Ray took one looked at us and started choking.
"Don't you dare spit that out, because I'll have to clean it up," I said.
Ray nodded as he continued to choke.
I don't care if he dies. One less problem to deal with. Sure, I'd be sad, but he tried to rape me for god sakes!
After about 30 seconds of choking, Ray managed to swallow the water without spewing any of it and I was slightly impressed.
He put his hands on his knees and bent over to catch his breath.
Jordan and I sat there in silence, just watching Ray struggle to breathe.
After about another minute, Ray finally calmed down and snapped. "Jordan, what is happening here?"
"I'm holding Melissa," Jordan stated bluntly.
Why are they always so straight to the point when being confronted by Ray?
"Why?" He growled.
"I couldn't help it! She looks so adorable in her new uniform." Jordan whined, pulling me closer in the hug and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
A chill went down my spine as I felt little sparks of electricity shoot through my body. I shivered and my eyes widened, blushing intensely.
"Okay, I'm done here! An 18-year-old should not be getting this much attention from a bunch of hot guys!" I threw my hands up in exasperation, attempting to jump out of Jordan's arms once again, but failing miserably.
Jordan yanked me back backward, hugged tighter, and continued to nuzzle his face into my neck. "No, you're not leaving me again!"
"Jordan! I'm not a teddy bear! Let me go!" I whined. "Ray, please help me!"
Ray look at me with an amused smile as he continued to drink his, almost empty, water bottle.
Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm about to do this, but it seems to be the only way. Oh lord, I've been a good kid haven't I? Please don't let this go the wrong way and let me still be able to go to heaven. Forgive me for my sins.
I looked at Ray with puppy eyes and pouted. "Please, Master?"
And not even a second later, Ray sprinted over and pulled me out of Jordan's arms. It was so dramatic, I swear.
I sighed in relief when Ray put me safely on the ground but I squealed when he immediately yanked on my arm, heading towards the stairs.
God, what did I do to deserve this? What did I do wrong? I lose two family members and now I'm about to be raped. I don't understand your logic!!
My eyes widened in fear, and with all of my strength, that I've secretly been building up this entire time, I yanked my arm out of his grasp and ran.
Author's Note
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