Well here is the next chapter...

I don't really know how I feel about this chapter. It's just...Ugh, I don't know. I hope it's ok. It just didn't turn out the way I thought it would. Maybe it's because of the way I write my stories. What I do is have a general idea, sometimes it's pretty vague, and then build around that idea.

But hopefully you guys like it better than I do.

I did my best to catch any grammar mistakes, but I'm sure some got through the cracks.

Nature Calls

"Alright, I'm sorry I couldn't see you before you left." I said over the phone as I made a few pancakes.

"It's ok." Trent's voice answered back.

"I stayed out pretty late last night, and only just woke up." I sighed. Even though it was already 1 o'clock, I was only just making myself breakfast. I didn't think I would sleep in so late, and because of that I didn't get to see Trent before he left. "Oh!" I quickly said, "Don't forget to bring me back a souvenir"

He laughed, "Ok, I'll be sure to bring back something you'll like. Anyway, I have to go now. Our flight is boarding now."

"Ok, you guys stay safe, and send me some pictures."

"I will, bye Raven."

"See ya."

I plopped down on the sofa and turned the T.V on to the game channel. It was a nice way to pass the time, and I thought it was fun to play along. Personally, I felt like if I were on one of those shows I could win. I always did well as I played along, but then again I didn't have the pressure of actual money on the line. I chewed on the pancakes laughing at one of the answer a contestant gave.

"Stupid. It was obviously David Radcliffe."

~Ping~

Tom: What color do you like?

My head tilted in confusion at the question. Not only was it random, but why was Tom interested in my favorite color? Though it was odd, I quickly replied.

Me: I like purple.

Tom: You're staying the night.

My eyes widened and I choked on the pancake I had in my mouth. I hit my chest and coughed to dislodge the food in my throat from Tom's sudden demand. What did he mean by that? There was no way I could stay over night at his place! My father would kill me if he found out! Not to mention I have never stayed over at a boy's house before.

Me: I can't do that! That's too dangerous!

Tom read the message, but didn't reply.

Me: Tom, I'm serious. I can't.

Me: ...Tom?

Just what was he planning this time?

Sunday

No matter how much I texted him the day before Tom wouldn't say anything. Why did he want me to stay the night? With a heavy sigh I packed a book bag, with night clothes, toiletries and an outfit for tomorrow. I really didn't think it was a good idea, but there was no way Tom would let me leave once I was at his place. So I didn't have much of a choice. Though the worst part of it all was that even thought I knew nothing good would come of this, I was strangely excited. Just what exactly did he have planned?

"Ugh." I groaned and grabbed my hand. "I can't stop myself from shaking." I groaned again, followed by dropping my head on my bed that I was sitting in front of. Was I weird? Has being around Tom made me strange? Before when Sunday came around I would hate it. I dreaded the upcoming weekend, but now I would find myself counting down the days.

No.

I didn't want to think about it. Whenever I tried to think about it I always ended up even more confused. "I'm just over thinking this. It'll be fine." I attempted to convince myself as I packed the last few items. Lastly, I took out my phone and pressed a few buttons. A pang of guilt hit my chest as I told my father I would be staying over at a friends house. It was becoming easier and easier to lie about my continued relationship with Tom.

Perhaps that was the reason for the bad luck I received the moment I exited the subway. The rain was divine punishment, karma if you will. As I stood beneath the small shelter I gloomily watched as heavy rain pounded against the sidewalk. True I didn't pay an attention to the weather forecast for the day, but when I entered the subway there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Tom's place was a little more than a 30 minute walk from here. By that time I would be completely soak-Oh! There was a convenient store across the street. I could just buy a cheap umbrella there.

I waited until it was safe to walk, before running from my shelter and racing across the street. The rain was really coming down hard and the wind was pretty strong. Even the short distance made me pretty wet. At the very least I wanted to keep my book bag dry. After purchasing the umbrella I began walking towards Tom's place. Sadly, the umbrella didn't help as much as it should have. I was still getting wet, and since the umbrella was pretty small, whenever I would try to cover my bag I would get wet in the front, and vice-versa. The wind was no help either, since it kept blowing my umbrella every which way. Now what was I going to do? I only bough one change of clothes, and I couldn't walk around in my sleeping clothes all day.

"Lil lady. Hurry up'n come in." Klein said before quickly opening the gates for me one I arrived at the home. After so many weeks of coming at the same time Klein was always at the door ready to open it.

I ran to the front door, and Klein was waiting with a large towel. He silently handed it to me and I gratefully accepted it. "Thanks Klein. I wasn't expecting it to rain so I had to buy an umbrella." I giggled, "Little good that did me."

"Yeah, it's hammerin' out there." He looked me over before saying, "Tinker is 'ere I can ask her ta get you sumtin ta change inta."

I smiled, "Really? That would be great! I'll just wait here so I don't drip anywhere else."

Before he left he also took my bag, saying he'd drop it off for me. Before he did I took something out of it, quickly stuffing it into my pocket. While I waiting I attempted to soak up as much water as I could. I would hate to mess up their floors. Soon heavy foot steps came running down the hall, and when I looked up I saw Tinker rushing towards me.

"Oh, dear! I can't believe you got caught in the rain!" She fussed and stanched the towel from me to dry my hair. "Oh, that Tom. He should have warned you it was going to be raining."

I couldn't help but giggle. Tinker was such a warm bundle of energy. She was always kind to me, and seemed to go out of her way to make me feel welcomed. It was very heartwarming. Tinker gave off a very motherly vibe, either that or an overzealous aunt who had to fuss over anything and everything. At one time I told her that I also cook and since then she has insisted that we cook together when the opportunity came. I hoped the chance did come, because I would really love to learn how to make that soup Tom and I ate before.

"Come, we've already prepared some clothes for you to change into." She beckoned me forward and I followed with a smile. When around Tinker you couldn't help but feel happy. her energy was infectious.

"I'm glad to see you are becoming more comfortable here." Tinker suddenly said, and I faced her in question. She giggled before explaining, "You didn't say 'Excuse the intrusion' this time."

'Oh! She's right!'

Seeing that I realized her smile widened, "That's a good thing! You've been coming here so often now it would feel strange to say it now."

"A-ah, but I can't just enter without saying anything. That would be rude."

"Hmm, then how about saying 'I'm home'."

I blushed and shook my head, unintentionally flinging drops of water. "I-i couldn't s-say that either. That's too casual."

Tinker cradled her face with her hand and giggled, "Oh, child aren't you just adorable. No need to be shy, you're even spending the night. Come one, try practicing it now. Welcome home."

I blushed as I stuttered out, "...I...I'm...H-home..." I whispered while fighting the urge to crawl in a whole. How could I say a phrase like that when coming to a place like this?! Honestly, I shouldn't even be anywhere near this place!

"See, that wasn't so bad!" She laughed happily before coming to a stop. "This will be the room you're staying in, so you can change in here. Just leave your wet clothes in the basket and I'll wash them for you. I'll go get Tom now. Oh, I've also made you two some lunch. Tom said you guys will eat in his room today." With a last smile she curried off, practically beaming the entire way.

Once I entered the room and closed the door I heaved a heavy sigh. I know Tinker meant well, but I think she thinks that my relationship with Tom is, well, a normal one. I felt a little bad since Tom and I aren't in a real relationship. Even though I never said anything to give her that idea, I hated lying about it. Especially to such a nice lady. But really, what else was someone supposed to think if you come to their house once a week to meet with a guy? If I were in her shoes I would also think there was something going on.

'...but...Sadly...To him I'm just a slave to relieve his boredom.'

Huh?...Sadly?

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" I suddenly shouted and smacked my face, "Not thinking about it. Not thinking about it. Let's just get changed and get on with the day."

I finally took a look around the room I would call my own for the night. It was similar in style as Tom's room, though a bit smaller. It must have been a guest bedroom because other than a bed, dresser, T.V and desk it was completely empty. There were two other doors in the room; one leading to the closet and the other a bathroom. Did all their bedrooms have their own bathrooms connected? If so that's impressive. I walked over to the bed where I notice my bag, and the prepared outfit. The moment I saw it my face went white.

They've got to be kidding me.

As if things couldn't get any worse. The outfit before me was a red plaid skirt and black, spaghetti strap shirt. Why was this the outfit she had prepared for me?! I hated wearing skirts, and if I did have to wear them they were always long. I put the skirt against me and grimaced. It only came slightly below my mid-thigh. How was I supposed to walk around in something like this? Maybe I should just wear the clothes I brought for tomorrow. Tinker said she'd wash the clothes I'm wearing now, so I'l have something for tomorrow.

I opened my bag and gasped in horror. "Oh, no! The rain soaked through my bag!" Even my night clothes were wet. "A-achoo!" I needed to get out of these clothes. I'd catch a cold at this rate. Though I didn't want to, I didn't have any other option any more. Suddenly the door swung open, and I jumped in surprise.

"How long do you plan to keep me waiting?" Tom's eyes narrowed as he looked me over, "Why haven't you changed yet?"

I was actually just about to, but glad I didn't. I would have died of embarrassment if he caught me while changing. "S-sorry..."

He smirked, "I look forward to seeing how you look. I picked those out myself."

"Y-you did?"

"If you aren't dressed in the next 5 minutes, I'll change you myself." With that warning he left the room.

Now there really was no getting out of it. Not only that but I didn't want to test whether he'd make good on his threat. So I quickly pealed my clothes off and tried off using the towel given to me earlier. Thankfully my underwear in my bag was still dry. Still...Of all days to wear a skirt it had to be today. For now I pushed down my fear, quickly finished dressing, and placed my clothes in the small laundry basket by the door. Carefully I opened the door, only to gasp in surprise when it was forcefully yanked open and Tom was smirking down at me.

"4 minutes, not bad." He yanked me out of the room, and I fell off balance and into his chest. His arm slid around my waist, and with his other hand he gently lifted my chin to meet his gaze. "I have a little surprise for you."

I swallowed nervously not liking the dark tone in his voice. He led me to his room - which I noticed was right around the corner - and pushed me in first. Just like Tinker said there were two meals prepared, but one was on the table and the other on the floor. Before I could ask why I felt something being fastened around my neck.

"Huh? What is this?" I felt my neck and felt a collar of some sort. "Tom?" Instead of answering he said,

"I thought about it for a while." He softly drawled as he circled around to stand in front of me. "Just what should I do to my disobedient little slave"

I could feel myself tremble with every word that slid from his mouth. Did I do something wrong? Why was he angry? I looked everywhere except at Tom as I frantically searched my memory for why he would say something like that. He reached towards my neck and began fastening something to the collar. It looked like a...Purple leash?

"Then it came to me. If you want to run around like a dog in heat, well then-" Tom yanked on the leash so hard and suddenly, that I fell onto all fours. I winced from the pain that shot through my knees and hands. Using his foot he lifted my chin. As though doused with ice water I instantly froze the moment I met with his chilling smile. "-I'll treat you like one."

"B-but..." I breathed out suddenly feeling short of breath. It was becoming hard to breathe, as I felt my fear and anxiety of the situation double. "I-i...What d-do you..."

"Tell me, Raven. How was your date?"

My eyes widened. Even though it wasn't a date, how did he find out?

"Wondering how I found out?" He squatted in front of me to twirl a damp strand of hair. "Silly Raven, there is nothing my possessions do that I don't know about."

I bit my trembling lower lip and averted my gaze. I should explain to him that it wasn't a date. I only went there to help Lola out. I couldn't help it if Sirius was a terrible flirt. Even though I wanted to explain my voice decided to take this moment to go on vacation. My heart was hammering in my chest and I seriously thought I would pass out.

"Now then. Let's not waste the meal Tinker made for us. We'll get to the main event later." He stood up, and pulled on the leash to force me forward. I didn't have time to stand up so I had to crawl behind him. I hung my head not able to look anywhere else. I wanted to crawl into a hole, under a rock, or anything as long as it would get me out of here. The only relief was that no one else could see me like this. As he took a seat at the table, I looked at the tray of food on the floor. There were two bowls, one with Alfredo pasta and the other filled with water. I looked around for a utensil but the only one was being used by Tom.

As I sat there in both confusion and silence, I softly sighed. How was it that I always ended up in situations like this? And how exactly did he expect me to eat without silverware? Not only that, but why was my food on the floor? However, almost at once the answer came to me. I reached for the collar around my neck in disbelief. He doesn't really expect me to...

I swallowed and shakily looked at Tom. "Tom, m-may I have a fork please."

He paused and sent me a sidelong glance while chuckling. "What does a dog need a fork for? Now eat."

There was no way I was eating without silverware. No matter what I wasn't going to eat like dog. Even more embarrassing, he gave me a bowl of water as though I were going to lap it up. Determined to not give Tom what he wanted I turned my head away. I admit that I did some pretty shameful things since this agreement started, many of which I wanted to forget, but this was not going to be one of them.

"Just so you know, your next meal won't be until dinner." He smirked, "Though if you properly beg, I may change my mind ."

"I'm not hungry." Though of course it was that moment my stomach protested. I blushed at the ill-timed sound, but my resolve didn't budge.

Tom eye'd me, amused by my response. "That's a shame." Without another word he finished eating his meal. When he finished he stood taking both his tray and mine, and leaving them outside the door to be picked up.

I watched him the entire way, a bit regretful to have wasted such a delicious looking meal, but proud in my decision to stand up for myself regardless of the consequences. Tom then sat on the edge of his bed and stared at me. His smile made my stomach twist in nervousness and I looked down. He reached out and ran his hand through my hair, softly patting my head. I froze, confused by his sudden gentleness but too scared to say anything.

"Once when I was a boy, I found a stray pup on the streets." He began still petting my head. I had to admit, it felt nice having someone play with my hair. "I couldn't keep it, but since then I've always wanted a pet." He was now using his other hand to caress the side of my face and under my chin. Despite myself my eyes fluttered closed and I relaxed under his touch. His voice was smooth, and low as if to lull my senses. "I never got one, but recently I found a nice replacement." He trailed his thumb across the shell of my ear making me shiver. Before I knew it I made a sound and the moment I did I snapped back into reality and fell away from his hands.

"Hm, so your ears are sensitive." He muttered making the mental note. "You reacted similarly before, as well."

"Don't remember things like that!" I shouted in embarrassment.

He 'tut'ed, "Such a noisy pet. If you keep up all that barking I'll have to put a muzzle on you."

I frowned, "That's not funny."

"Now, are you ready for today's game?" He asked softly.

"And if I refuse?"

A slow smile, that filled me with a sense of dread, formed on Tom's face, "I suppose you could. It's within our contract after all." Even though he was right, I felt as though the underlying threat was - If you do I'll think of something much worse. "But don't worry," He continued, "I'll give you a reward if you win." His eyes narrowed in amusement and sarcastic kindness, "After all, my little pet loves playing games, don't you."

Ugh, I know I shouldn't, but damn Tom for knowing how to twist and control my thoughts. Simply mentioning 'a reward' ignited a shameful desire to figure out what it was. The longer I sat before him the more restless I became, but I soon realized it was because of excitement. I wasn't always like this, was I? I could feel my eyes cloud over as I debated with my better judgment. However, before I knew it my mouth was moving on its own. "Wh-what...Is the...th-the reward?..." I spoke so quietly I didn't think Tom heard me.

He crossed his legs and arms, smirking with an air of superiority, "You'll find out if you succeed."

"...And if I lose?"

He chuckled secretively, "You'll find out if you lose."

I chewed on my bottom lip as I gazed at my hands. 'Damn it...I can't believe I'm doing this but...I'm actually interested...What will he make me do?' Just thinking about it made my heartbeat quicker, and it was growing harder to think clearly. 'If I do well, will he praise me?' After what felt like an eternity I nodded. "So...What am I-?"

Suddenly, Tom shushed me by placing a finger to my lips. "From now until you leave, you'll become my dog." He cupped my chin before using his thumb to rub my lips. Heat exploded across my face, but I couldn't bring myself to move. "So why don't you bark for me." As my eyes darted to every corner of the room, he continued to play with my bottom lip. "You said you'll become my dog, right? With this pretty mouth of yours, bark for your owner."

'Ugh...My chest...My heart is beating so fast...When he looks at me like that I can't help but...'

"...W-woof..."

"Again."

"...Woof..."

"Again. Louder."

Because Tom was still gripping my chin I couldn't turn away, or hide my face. I was forced to be bare in front of Tom as I willingly relinquished my body to him. It was embarrassing but-

"W-woof...Woof...Woof!"

"Keep going."

"Woof! Woof!" With every cry I felt my body relax and my mind go blank. That's right. I was a dog now. "Woof!" All I needed to do was listen to my owner. I didn't need to think about anything. As a dog I didn't have any worries. My father, my future, my stresses none of it mattered. "Woof! Woof!" Before I knew it I was shouting and when I finished I was panting heavily, mainly from the exhilaration of the situation.

Above me Tom chuckled. He gently tucked my hair behind my ear, and as though filled with a sense of pride he sweetly praised me. "That's a good girl."

It was embarrassing, and humiliating and disgraceful. But why did my heart respond to his actions? I watched in a slight daze as Tom went to his closet and pulled out a brown bag. He returned and dumped the contents on his bed. It was a variety of toys. Rubber balls, tug toys, a Frisbee and a few other things now littered his beg.

'They're all purple...'

He looked through a few of them before picking up the rubber ball, squeezing it in his hand. "I prepared some toys for us to play with. I even made sure they were in a color you like." Tom chuckled, squatting down to pat my head again and without realizing it I leaned into it. "Though this was supposed to be a punishment, I can't help but spoil you." The corners of his eyes creased with tender fondness, and my heart jumped in my chest. How could he look like that while in this situation? He brought the ball to my eye level to grab my attention, "Ready?" As he moved the ball from side-to-side, my eyes automatically followed even after Tom tossed it to a corner of the room.

'Ah, I'm supposed to fetch.'

I hesitated suddenly aware of what I was wearing. If I were to crawl over, there could be a chance the skirt would hike up too far. Also, so far I haven't had an accident yet, but moving around too much in a skirt made me nervous. I tensed, squeezing my legs together. If only I was able to check, it would help ease my worries.

"Are you backing out already?"

I quickly shook my head before setting my eyes on the ball. This was only for a few hours. Hopefully, it'll be alright. Slowly I began moving, crawling towards the ball. With every movement I felt the edges of the skirt gently brush against my mid thigh, and the heat from my face made my eyes burn. I knew Tom was watching me. I could feel his eyes roam over my backside and legs similarly to the way his hands did on my first time here. I shook my head, hoping to get rid of the thoughts. Somehow, I was more sensitive to my situation and that made my body react more. After what felt like an eternity, I reached for the ball but was stopped.

"You're a dog remember."

Oh! Does he mean? 'Hu...This is embarrassing.'

Opening my mouth, I leaned forward and picked up the ball. Tom waited with his hand out for me to drop the ball. When I did he patted my head and snickered, "I wonder what people would say if they saw you like this now. The police chief's daughter, reduced to an obedient dog."

The panic must have shown on my face before he chuckled, though this one sounded a bit darker, "Now that's a nice look." He threw the ball again and this time I moved without any prompting.

The more times I did this, the less self conscious I felt. However, I was also becoming very tired. I had crawled the length of his room too many times to count, and my knees were also hurting. They were red and sore from crawling so much. I was also regretting not having eaten when I had the chance. It's been a little under two hours since then, and my stomach has been constantly growling, quite loudly I might add. I'm sure Tom heard it but had made no indication that he has.

Without a word he left the room, only to return a few moments later holding a bowl of fruits. I sat up straighter, staring intently at the bowl. Was that for me? I was so hungry.

Tom's low chuckle made me look at him, "You want it that bad?" As he sat on the floor he beckoned me over, and I was quick to sit beside him. For listening he held out a slice of pineapple, and pushed it against my lips until I opened up, and took into my mouth. The moment I bit down the sweet pineapple juice raced down my throat, and I couldn't help but sigh from the taste. It was so sweet, and refreshing, but was gone too soon.

"If you want more, ask for it."

I leaned forwarded, "Woof, woof."

He smirked satisfied, and he gave me another pineapple. "Such an obedient dog."

He held out his hand, "Paw."

I bawled up my hand and gently placed it in his palm. My eyes followed his other hand as he reached for a strawberry. It was sweet, and slightly bitter, but no less refreshing. I licked my lips to catch the lingering juice, before turning to Tom in waiting.

'Hurry...I want more.'

"Down...Up." He snorted, "It's hard to believe you were so embarrassed earlier." He put the bowl on the table before grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him. I suddenly found myself in his lap and his arms. Despite everything that I did thus far, being so close to him made me blush. He chuckled, "It's too late for all of that. I can see that you are enjoying yourself." He dug his hand into my hair and gently massaged my scalp. "It's nice isn't it? Being able to let go. Not having to worry about anything, and just being told what to do."

'...It is.' I found myself thinking. Somehow, this was more therapeutic than it probably should be. I mean, just who would think being ordered around was relaxing. Something must really be wrong with me.

However, that feeling was soon shattered and I tensed. Tom raised a brow at my sudden change, "Ah, ah, ah." His hand on the back of my neck and around my waist tightened, keeping me in place. "What's wrong with my little pet now? I thought we were finally getting along." He spoke in a soft, mocking drawl. His eyes dropped to my legs, noticing the force in which I kept them together, and then back to my uncomfortable and tense expression. He smirked in realization, "Silly me, I haven't taken you out for the bathroom yet."

He stood up - causing me to fall on the floor in the process - and picked up my leash. "It should have stopped raining by now."

"W-what!?" The shock of what he was insinuating made me shout.

"I can't have you pissing in my room, can I?" He replied as if it were obvious, and I went stark red from the vulgarity of his words. "Come on." He pulled on the collar but I pulled back. When I did his eyes narrowed in displeasure. "Raven. Don't test me."

I stared into his eyes hoping to plead with him the best I could. Not only was using the bathroom outside out of the question, it was even worse because of my own situation. I looked over to his bathroom and back to him. He quickly caught on.

"No can do, Raven." He smiled cruelly, and tugged on the leash again. "Don't worry, I'll assist you if you need it."

I looked at the floor and bit my lip. Feeling that he wasn't going to back down, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I didn't want to cry, but the helplessness and frustration of the situation won over. Above me Tom sighed and knelt in front of me, using a singly finger to make he face him.

"So you won't do it?"

"Hmm...I-i...I can't.." I sniffled with a slight shake of my head.

"Why not?" He pressed in curiosity. "Worried someone will see? No, no that can't be the only reason." He continued to speak in a low whisper as if talking to himself. As he did he watched my gradually worrying expression. "I wonder if you're worried about the smell. I've often heard that women on their period give off a certain smell."

All at once a look of horror hit my face and it felt as though my heart stopped. How did he know!? Tom's eyes shined with amusement, "Oh, I apologize. Was that supposed to be a secret?" He didn't sound sorry at all.

"H-how...?"

"You're not very good at keeping secrets, you know. Whenever you thought I wasn't looking you kept checking yourself. It didn't take very long to figure it out." Suddenly he smiled and unease pooled into my stomach. It was one of those charming smiles that a career con-man would give you, right before stealing everything from you. "I'll give you another chance to win, and I'll even let you use the toilet here."

"You will?" I asked looking at him with a dubious expression.

"Under one condition."

I swallowed, "W-which is?"

"I watch."

I stared at him, sure I heard him wrong. My eyes searched his face, hoping to find a lie or some type of cruel joke hidden within. Instead, he met my gaze with confidence. There was no way I could do that! That was even worse than going outside! I shook my head vehemently. "No way! I, you, uh, th-that's just-!" I couldn't even form a proper sentence.

"If not, I suppose you could give up."

I gulped at his words. Even though I had every right to agree, somehow he made it sound like a threat, and suddenly that sounded like the worst choice of all.

"I'm giving you what you want, aren't I?" He asked softly. "There isn't any reason for you to refuse."

"B-but...I can't w-with you w-watching." I was shaking so bad that my teeth actually chattered. All of my shaking didn't help my bladder situation, as the pressure in my groin gradually grew.

"Of course you can." He soothed, suddenly beside me and wrapping a gentle arm around my shoulders. "You've come this far. Do you really want to give up? " He continued to speak softly while rubbing my shoulders. "I know you can do it, Raven." He helped me stand up and I watched him, still unsure of what I should do, as he led me towards the bathroom.

Before I knew it I was standing in front of the toilet, and suddenly the urge to o doubled. I squeezed my legs together and fidgeted in an attempt to hold it. My basic desires were clouding my better judgment, and Tom was quick to capitalize, coaxing me towards the result he wanted.

"5 seconds to sit." He closed his eyes. "5, 4, 3-"

The abrupt countdown made me panic. It was moving too fast, and I couldn't think straight. Did I really want to go through with this?

"2-"

Wait, no! Flustered, I pulled down my underwear and plopped on the toilet right as he finished his countdown.

"and 1." After opening his eyes he smirked, and pat the top of my head, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

There was no way I could meet his eyes. Embarrassment and shame weighed down on me, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. I gripped the fabric above my heart as I tried to control my breathing. It was too fast, and my heart felt like it would pop out of my chest.

Tom slid his hand beneath my chin, and forced me to look at him. "Don't look away." I couldn't even if I wanted to. His grip was so strong, it was almost painful. Under his cruel gaze I didn't have the willpower to fight back, and I couldn't hold back my urge any longer.

With a shudder and an unwilling sigh of relief...

I peed...

...Tom's kinda mean -_-, but why does Raven seem like she kind of likes it?

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcomed, and I'm more than happy to take ideas