Bound By The Thread Of Fate (GhiraLink) (On Hold)

Chapter 13 - Collar

Link's POV
I'm actually surprisingly comfortable, here on his lap. Honestly, I was somehow almost asleep until I felt something cold wrap around my neck.

Startled, I jumped away, but my body was held firmly in place by his arms. "Don't fight" he whispered, and I heard a click.

"That looks so good on you, Skychild. You were born to wear it"

Confused, I brought my hands up to my neck, where they landed on a smooth yet firm material. My fingers traced along it, trying to work out what it was, before they glided across a cold, hard surface. My eyes widened in realisation.

"Yes, it's a lovely collar for my pet, along with a lock that I have the key for! And don't even try to remove it- that would make me very angry"

I scrowled at him, but dropped my hands back down again. I sighed. Can I go back to my room yet? His presence is making me extremely uncomfortable, nevermind the fact that I'm laying across his lap!

Just as I was about to move, my stomach gurgled loudly. My cheeks flushed, and Ghirahim laughed.

"Looks like I've been neglecting to feed you. What do you eat, anyway?"

I got off his lap (which he finally allowed me to do) and crossed my arms. I don't want anything from him!

"You better tell me, Skychild, or you're going hungry!"

Sighing in defeat as my hunger won over my desire to be difficult, I grabbed the almost empty bottle of pumpkin soup from my pouch and offered it to him. He chuckled.

"So naive, little ex-hero. Of course I know what kind of things you eat. I even took the liberty of filling the kitchen with your foods, but it's nice to see you're starting to obey me"

Irritated by his comment but curious about what he eats, I handed him a piece of paper. What do you eat then?

"The souls and blood of my victims"

The blood drained from my face, and I took an involuntary step back, which was apparently very amusing to the demon lord.

"You should see the look on your face! Priceless! It was a joke, no need to look so serious!"

I glared at him.

Asshole.

Ghirahim's POV
After feeding my Skychild, I decided it was time for him to bathe. And obviously, I was going to aid him.

"Right. Time for you to get clean" I said to him, hauling him over my shoulder before he could protest. I don't have the time, nor the patience, for him to be resistant right now. Plus, I want to see his gorgeous body again.

He began to kick, but I quickly grabbed hold of his legs. So he began punching my back instead.

"I suggest you stop that right now, or I'll have to punish you. In fact, you've been so defiant since you got here, maybe you need to learn your place. I've been so lenient with you, but all that stops how. Any more misbehaving, and you'll suffer tomorrow"

Almost like magic, he stopped hitting me. But I would be stupid to believe that was the end of his tantrum. He's braver -and more foolish- than that.

Once we got to the bathroom, I set him down and locked the door behind us. I'd already had one of my demons prepare him a bath in advance, so I wouldn't have to wait. I hate waiting.

"Undress for me, Skychild" I demanded, settling into the armchair in the corner of the room. When he made no move to do as I ask, I added "Unless you'd rather I help you out?"

I watched in amusement as he edged towards the door and reached into his back adventure pouch. Oh? What's this?

His eyes widened when his fingers didn't meet the smooth metal of his dagger. Not that he could have hurt me with it. But I knew there'd be a point when he tried to fight back, so I prepared for this moment. To make him understand how completely and utterly at my mercy he was.

"Looking for something?" I grinned, materialising his dagger. He gasped, then lunged for the door. I let him go.

He made it quite a way down the hall before I decided I'd had enough of this nonsense. I snapped my fingers, and my Skychild toppled to the ground, his ankles bound together. And just for good measure, I bound his wrists too. Then I clicked my fingers again to remove his clothes.

He whimpered, curling up. This is his punishment for running away, and he's going to stay like this until I decide to untie him. But for now, it bath time.

If he gets this worked up over a bath, I can't wait to see what he's like when the real fun begins.