Chapter 3
Tristan watched as Celia and Lydia, got pardoned and as they left Michael's office, pity filled in their eyes as they could not help but worry for their friend
Michael slowly got up from his seat and walked toward Tristan, smiling the closer her got and once close enough, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Tristan's cheek, rubbing it slowly
Michael
Such nice skin you have dear~
Michael said, continuously rubbing it before he pulled back his hand and landed a loud and painful slap on Tristan's cheek, painting his hand print
Michael then held Tristan by his blonde hair pulling it back as his smile vanished, being replaced by a frown and pure anger
Michael
So bad at following instructions huh?
Michael
I thought we already went through rule 5 and 9 for more than a million times.
Michael
So how many times do I have to remind you!
Michael spat as he completely pushed Tristan to the grounds feeling angrier by the second
Michael
Why are you so thick in the head?!
Michael
Is it so hard to get it in your thick skull?
Michael
Why can't you just listen to me for once?!
Instead of getting a response, all Michael got were dark blue orbs boring holes into his skin, which admittedly scared him but he didn't admit a thing
He couldn't keep an eye contact with Tristan without feeling uneasy since the guy was pretty scary
Only his pretty face and body, the body of an omega were the only things Michael wouldn't call flaws.
Making sure to move slightly far from Tristan, Michael picked up his phone and called one of his guards to take Tristan to the chamber and not to give him any food or water until he would apologise though they both netw that would never happen since he was practically immune to that for the number of times he happened to get in there
Michael
*I threw the nearest object I could get hold of the moment Tristan was taken out of the room. I needed to find a way to break Tristan and soon. I would be lying if I said I didn't need him. He's more than an addiction to me and I hate having to punish him every time however if I don't he'll forever rebel*
Michael
*I sat on my office chair, closing my eyes as I started racking my brain for ideas on how to have him fully at the grasp of my hand as an Idea popped up, almost immediately*
Michael
*Smiling to myself, I once again picked up my phone and dialed a number of who I knew could help me* Hello?
...
It's been quite some time since you last called and I've been bored. Finally have anything for me?
Michael
Yes *I said, smiling as I heard the sound of a car engine revving*
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Anonymous
what is going on with this new plot
2024-05-08
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