Chapter 11: Served

I could hear her, pacing around outside the kitchen. My meal was nearing it's completion and she was ready. Nothing would be able to stop her from barging in right now, but it seemed she was at least trying to show some patience or manners. I couldn't help think she was a shark circling her prey before striking with the way she paced relentlessly outside. I could hear her boots clicking on the floor, each step rattling my plates and utensils.

The oven dinged and I served up my lasagne with the salad I had already assembled. I placed one plate either side of my kitchen table and setup the appropriate cutlery. I sighed, it would have been a perfect meal and setup for a date, but I was instead feeding it to a beast. Not wanting to keep her waiting anymore I called the beast in.

She opened the door and again stepped under the doorframe, her presence changing the rooms atmosphere of anxiety and fear to one of sudden danger. Much like the living room she looked very out of place with my furniture, which is when it dawned on me that my table was a lot lower to the ground. I took my seat and gestured for her to do the same unsure on how this would work out for her.

“Where's the chivalry?” she said frowning.

I didn't need a microscope to find the hint, I quickly got up from my chair and ran to the other side of the table to pull out the chair for her. Not wasting to much time she moved towards the chair and proceeded to sit down.

“You can go” She stated as I waited behind her “I don't think you would be much help moving me in”

She wasn't wrong, so I quickly moved back to my seat and sat down again. So here I was, face to face with her again, but this time at the end of the dinner table. She pulled herself in but her knees got caught at the table top. So instead she straightened her legs and moved under. My table wasn't long which meant her feet where either side of my own. It was a small dinner table, I didn't entertain much of have company so I didn't see the need to buy a big one, just one for me to eat at, and I hardly ever ate at in anyway. So it felt like a special occasion, and it was, but in the wrong ways. I hated it, her calves and feet either side of me. I felt cramped at my own dinner table, no doubt she wasn't comfortable but at least was making an attempt, something I didn't really expect from her.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed her pick up her fork, she was now prodding my lasagne with it. She didn't seem overly keen in it, or the salad.

“This the best you could do?” She asked

“I told you I can't cook”

“I expected more for a dinner that was served late” She sighed “We'll have to work on that”

I really had no idea what she meant by that, was she referring to my cooking skills or my tardiness? Either way I didn't like the idea of spending more time with her. Having prodded from every angle she finally cut into the lasagne and took a slice, I watched as she brought the slice up to her mouth blowing on it to take the edge off some of the heat, before parting her lips and plunging the fork into her mouth. I couldn't help but feel the chills run up my spine due to flash backs of my dream the night before.

“Passable, but a lot to be desired”

I exhaled and briefly closed my eyes for a second. I finally felt a little bit of relief, as if I was washed over with a wave of joy to at least meet her standards. No, I couldn't think like that, what did I care if she liked or hated it? I turned to my own food going cold in front of me and began to eat, having realised I was caught in a trance. Eventually I began to enjoy my food, if I ignored her company I could imagine I was sitting here with anyone else. But that wasn't to last, she would soon speak up again.

“You know I was looking forward to introducing you around my house the other day”

“Is that so?” I replied hoping she would go away. That wasn't going to be the case, instead her boots hooked into the underside of my chair and dragged me forward, slamming me into the table

“Pay attention”

“Ok” I said rubbing my chest

“I'm going to be very forward with you here, I want you to work for me”

“I'm sorry i'm quite happy with my job...”

“I'm not done” She snapped “You don't have to leave your job, i'm thinking of a.. different kind of work”

“I don't follow?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you!? I'm after a personal servant”

I almost choked on my food “You're not serious are you?”

“Oh but I am. Being the perfect person that I am takes hard work and maintenance. So i'm always on the look out for those who can lesson the burden for me. Think of today as me formerly introducing myself, I was perhaps a little too assertive first up when some require a more delicate touch”

“Your just as crazy now as you where then” With this her legs jolted up slamming into the table and lifting the legs of her side off the ground.

“I guess I was wrong, maybe I need to be more assertive!” She yelled “So this is the way it's going to work, you do as your told and maybe i'll go a little easier on you, protest further and i'll get rough”

“You can't tell me what to do!”

“That's where your wrong, i've already got my claws in you. I know your address, phone and place of work. For one you can't stop me from finding you. No matter where you go i'll turn up again and again”

At this point I got up to leave, but on the way to the door realised she was in my home, I had nowhere to go to. That and she couldn't help but grab me by the tie again

“I love how resistant you are, that's what I love about you. Regardless of size you refuse to give into me. I can see it, a tall man inside of you burning with fire. I've brought grown men to tears and had others submit in a instance. But yet you keep on fighting, I love the thrill of the challenge of breaking you, and I will extinguish that flame”

Now I was afraid, she was indeed putting everything out there. She was trying to get into my head, and the scary part was I didn't doubt she wasn't being honest. She had just opened herself up to me, and all I could see was the black inside her. She didn't want me just because she could, she wanted me because I fought. She could have anyone bent around her finger, and yet she found great fun in tormenting me because I didn't submit. That and she could easily push me around, which i'm sure was a draw card for her.

“You're mine now”