My Master Is A Fictional Character

dsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I

e character of yours suffer again." He crossed and uncrossed in his leg. I am confuse, did he just say he will be my master? "And as a slave it is expected of you to only do as I say. Whatever you do, you must ask for my permission first and if I don't give you the go ahead, you do not act on your own will." He paused. I shifted on both my legs. I am definitely dreaming, cause in real life I have freedom of cause. He stood up from the couch, and walked to where I'm standing... "So what I basically mean, is that... you can only talk when I give you the permission to do so. You can only pee or poo, when I give you the fucking permission. You can't step a foot out of this house, if I do not give you the permission to do so. You can't sleep or eat, drink water, have your bath. You can't do anything at all, without my permission." He lowered his self a little bit, so he could look me in the eye. "Do you understand what I just said." He grinned. "No, of course not. Why would I ever need your permission to live my life or do what needs to be done on a daily basic, i will live my...." I didn't get to finish my sentence before I found myself falling to the ground. He slapped me! Really hard! "Look here bitch, I'm not fucking joking, so don't you think I am. You had better listen if you want your suffering to come on a smaller dosage." My hand on my face, my eyes tripled the original size I couldn't help but wonder if this is truly a dream or a reality I have failed to face. Still in shock, he grabbed my hair really tightly and made me sit down. "This is how is going to go down bitch, you will do as I say or you will be fucked up by me!!" He