1st - Lashon
2nd - Youth
3rd - Pemerko
4th - Keenan
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I woke up and looked around to find no one beside me anymore.
I got up and walked out.
I went downstairs and found him dressed on the couch.
"Get my breakfast, puppet." He says.
Well, that came quick.
It was Saturday so I had time.
I went and washed my hands before touching anything.
I cooked him and myself some pancakes with eggs and toast.
"Bacon or sausage?" I ask.
"Bacon."
I cook him bacon and put it on his plate since I don't eat meat.
I went to the living room and gave him his plate and seat my plate on the counter.
"I want some beer." He says.
I walk to the kitchen and got one.
"Get another one."
"Why?" I ask confused and somewhat mad.
"Are you questioning me, puppet?" He ask with a serious look and tone.
"N-no." I say and quickly grabbed the other beer.
I seat it on the table before eating my food.
"Drink." He says.
I turn and saw him pointing to the beer.
I got it and held it out for him to get.
"No. You drink it." He says.
"I don't drink." I say.
"You do now." He says.
"Bu-but-"
"But? If you don't drink, I'll punish or fuck you. Your choice." He says. I look at him when he mentioned the second choice. Would he really do that to me.
I didn't say anything. I just opened the beer and drunk it.
I spit it out and started touching my throat.
That's disgusting!
He looked at me and that was when I saw that I spit on him.
"Come here, puppet." He says, obviously, mad.
"I'm- I'm sorry, Jazzy please don't." I plead.
"Come. Here." He says more slowly.
I nod and walk to him.
He gets off the couch and tells me to lay on my back.
What came next was so unexpected.
He tied my hands behind my back and lifted me up.
"I told you to drink, not to spit." He hisses before hitting me on my butt with his belt making me Yelp.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"This is your punishment. I will hit you 10 times and you will not- YOU WILL NOT scream." He says.
"Okay." I say.
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He began to pick up the pace and hit harder.
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I began to cry as he roughly rubs where he once hit me before starting up again.
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He stopped and I felt him lift me up.
He lays me on his lap while taking the rope off my hands.
"Do you think you deserved that, puppet?" He asks.
"Yes." I say still crying.
He lays my head on his lap while rubbing my hair.
"Shh. Shh. It's okay." He coos.
I close my eyes thinking about my family and what they were doing right now.
They probably don't even care about me anymore. I was always useless to them.
Yes, 15 years old and couldn't do anything to help.
But now that I'm with Jazzy, he watches me and takes control over me and my body. I don't even mind him touching me. He is my savior. I love him. I love him. I love Jazzy. I love the way he handles me for some strange reason. His punishments are so harsh and makes me love him even more.
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The Gangleaders' Puppet {completed}
Romance"Puppet, what did I tell you not to do?" He grabs my hair and roughly pulls. "Not to act out in front of company." I whimper. "And what did you do?" He whispers. "I acted out." "Now, turn around and come to me."
