"shh, be a good girl, hold it. Hold it"

Brutus growls, holding your shoulder as he inks his name over your heart, preventing you from getting away.

Brutus found you six months ago, crying in the library. Your parents kicked you out and you had no money, you were practically asking to be taken. He clamped a hand over your mouth that night and dragged you back to his home, a large, sprawling house on the edge of town that no one ventures near.

He built your room perfectly functioning, there's a bolt in the corner of the room, attached to the chain that hangs from your neck. It can be lengthened so you can travel the length of the room, no further. Your bedroom has no door, no locks. It opens directly onto his, he won't force you to sleep in his bed but soon enough you'll beg to

You're just so perfect in every way, apart from being badly trained but that's not your fault. Brutus was always a lonely, violent child and he grew into a lonely, violent man, but you don't care about that do you? You're just so fucking kind

Brutus adores you. You're not scared of him are you? He just wants to love on you.

The training is his favorite part. You're the perfect little lover but you have no experience and you seem strangely averse to his love. So he's got to teach you how to be good at warming his bed. His likes, his dislikes, how to be good. He goes through the motions painstakingly, even when you cry.

He just adores his little lover, he's got your name carved above his heart, now his is inked above yours