Ethereal Futures (Future Tordtom)

Chapter 3: My Pet

Tom's POV

Well, i think im dead. I definitely messed up big time.
Goodbye world!

Tord stared at me blinking in suprise, and suddenly (oh fucking lord, definitely aggressively) pressed his lips to mine, trying to slip his tongue into my mouth, but to hell with giving up easily. I slipped from under his grasp and kicked the inside of his legs, making them buckle.

"Tommie... don't do this, i'm your leader." His tone sounded gentle, but it was all but that. It was a threat. A warning to stop and give up, to tell me it would be easier to just step down and listen to him...

"Why would i respect someone that masturbates to dolls?" Hell yeah, i had the upper ground for once, it felt like i had the world, even if he technically ( and nearly literally) owned the world. Tord stared up to me from the ground, and said simply; "you dont speak up to me Thomas." There was no emotion backing up his words, nothing to signify he was human.  He got up from the ground, and walked up to me. He cocked his head towards his desk, which a nicely laid out shirt, vest and pants lay. He shoved a walkie-Talkie into my hand, "come to my office at 10, dont be late."

I was about to fight his commands, but he suddenly forced my head up and planted a aggressive kiss onto my bottom lip. I was stunned, what the hell? Maybe he was actually going insane. I definitely prefer trigger happy Tord over Sexually abusing, doll masturbating leader of the red army. Tough choice, i know... Aww... my bean has sarcasm again :3 He pulled away, a grin filled with dominance clashed against mine of displeasure. 

"Oh also, you will call me Sir from now on, if you don't, there will be...consequences." He looks down to me. What did this Dickhead see me as? a little obedient pet that could be tamed? Yeah, no thanks.

"I'll call you what i want to, you little shit." I cross my arms defiantly at him. I hate how he was taller, actually scratch that. i hate him, period. May i add, that was definitely a gay way to show he was in charge? i mean, he didn't have to do it, If that was how he made his troops listen to him...well i would want to get out of here as soon as possible, even more that i do already.

"You WILL address me as Sir... or if you prefer.." He smiles coldly to me, Huh, i swear i kept digging myself into a hole when i am around him. Without a chance for me to protests, he was out of the confined room as fast as he came in. I sigh, what now? Do i seriously want to listen to him? I definitely DIDN'T want to  experience that again... i groan, rolling my shoulders. I walk towards the desk, glaring at this so-called uniform. Why was i doing this? If i didn't volunteer... I.. Would he even have brought all of us? or did he plan this? I wish i had some Smirnoff right now.. it would help empty my head.

I sigh, whatever. It's not like this Commie was going to win. I look at the clothes again. there was a blue shirt that strangely was the same color as my jumper. I shrug, whatever, it meant nothing. I pulled off my favorite hoodie, which was quite easy, it was as if it wasn't clothing anymore with how many tears and holes were in it... maybe i should've been more careful when i tried to escape earlier... I  pull down the dark blue shirt, and i'm surprised.. it actually wasn't that uncomfortable.

I finished putting on the rest of the clothes, and it actually didn't look half bad. At least that commie wasn't making me suffer further by giving me uncomfortable clothes, but how was I supposed to fight in this? The pants felt like skinny jeans around my legs, was this seriously what he expected his army to fight in!!? Whatever. I walk to the door, only just realising I had no way to open it, figures. I looked around, a saw a note where the uniform used to be. I rolled my eyes, he couldn't have told me this verbally?

Dear Thomas,

I wrote this because I doubt you would've listened to me if I just spoke to you.