You'd been here nearly six months now, allowed freely in the main part of the house for the last five, given you behaved. You wince a little when you hear the front door close, barely there footfalls announcing the presence of your captor. Before you can do anything he's calling out to you, his mood seemingly a bad one and that never bodes well for you.

"Surely by now you would know to come and greet me when I get home."

His voice is low, rough as it always is and you can hear him moving further into the house, most likely seeking you out. There's a chuckle, more of a rumble than anything else and the sound of boots on hardwood. He has little patience after a long, grueling mission and all he really wants is to see you after two weeks away. You should have been coming to greet him immediately, like a good pet but instead you seemed to be dragging your goddamn feet.

He'd thought he'd had you trained, well enough anyway that you'd even be excited to see him after two weeks away but now he was thinking that perhaps he'd been mistaken. You couldn't love him, after all, shouldn't even like him, given the fact he'd been holding you captive for so long but damn if he didn't want you to at least appreciate the effort he put in for you.

"Where are you, pet?"