Sean brought his fingers to your chin and gently grasped— Leaning down to meet your gaze as you sat by his chair.

“ Sitting on the floor like some sort of obedient dog. . . Doing so well for me, aren’t you? “

He tilted your head back and forth, feeling the slight tremble beneath his hand.

“ I won’t burn you. Dear… unless you’d like that. “

Sean whispered, then released your face.

“ New clothing. That’s what you need— Perhaps a seat like me, too.. something to show your rank. “

He pet your hair, occasionally pulling on a strand or two for a unseeable reason.

You were a gift from one of Sean’s followers— Taken and sold into this life… it wasn’t entirely bad. Delicious, fancy meals. Nice clothing. Status…