People Auction
A Zoey 101 Fanfiction
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Chapter Three
Rules of Enslavement
"Wow, Brooks," said Logan as the two reached his dorm room, Zoey looking more nervous than she had since her first day at PCA. "Who knew you were such a slut?"
"I am not a slut," Zoey snapped irritably. She was beginning to feel like entering the auction had been a huge mistake.
Logan laughed. "You are if I say you are," he retorted. "You're my slave, remember?" He ran a hand through Zoey's hair absently. Zoey pulled away hastily, but Logan grabbed onto her wrist sharply. "Don't do that," he hissed menacingly.
On the outside, Zoey was merely raising an eyebrow. However, her thoughts were panicked. She had no idea Logan could be so... so... threatening. She almost felt scared to be in his presence when he had so much power over her. Almost.
Logan looked around the room. He finally came to a halt at his bed. "This is where you're going to sleep," he said slowly, as though Zoey was a toddler who couldn't understand anything more complicated than basic words.
"But... this is where you sleep," Zoey pointed out.
Logan grinned. "Exactly."
Zoey's face turned bright red. "Logan, you are not getting me to sleep with you," she snarled. "This is a school-sponsored program, and I'm sure that if I told Dean Rivers that you were harrassing me, he'd allow me to quit immediately, and besides, we're only seventeen, and I haven't exactly – "
"Brooks!" yelled Logan. "Shut the hell up! I'm not making you sleep with me. At least, not in the way you mean. I'd just want you... you know. Your body, next to mine." He blushed furiously as though this was as awkward for him as it was for Zoey, and she smirked. She was glad it was making him so uncomfortable. He deserved it.
"Look," said Zoey patiently. "I have to do this for a week, and then I'm done. Let's just..." She swallowed. "Let's just try to make the best of it. So, if you have any... orders for me, tell me now, because I have plans tonight."
Logan smirked. "Oh, that's where you're wrong. You had plans tonight. You're going to cancel them, though. In fact, do that now, so that I can get you started on your work. I think we're going to start with your cleaning the bathrooms, and then we can work our way up to making the beds and washing the windows."
Zoey gaped at him, but Logan merely snapped his fingers. "So? What were these big plans, anyway?" he asked, grabbing Zoey's cell phone and scrolling through the phone book. Zoey mumbled something Logan couldn't quite catch. "What was that, slave?" he asked her, his voice even more annoying than usual.
"I said, I was going to a club with Nicole and Lola." She blushed.
Logan snickered. "So, goody-goody Zoey Brooks was going to do something illegal? Will wonders never cease?" As he found the number he was looking for, he hit Send, and waited for a moment. "Lola?" he asked when someone picked up the other end. "Hey, it's Logan. You know. Zoey's new... owner for the next week?" He laughed, and paused.
"Yeah, well, she has some chores to do tonight, so I'm sorry to say that she can't join you at the club this evening. Yes, yes, I know all about that. Also, since you're going to be out partying all night, you could bring over your homework. Zoey'd be happy to do it for you after she's done with my laundry." He paused, and then looked offended. "I am not a selfish arrogant bastard."
Zoey made to grab the phone from Logan, but she got her hand slapped away in the process, courtesy of Logan. He nodded. "Uh-huh. Okay. Bye." He hung up, and looked at Zoey sharply. "Okay, get a pen and some paper," he said briskly. "Now. You're writing down the rules."
Zoey looked baffled. "What rules?"
Logan smirked. "The rules to your enslavement, of course. Okay, rule number one," he dictated. "Any insults uttered by Master Reese – that's me – must be endured by Slave Brooks – that's you. And you can't fight back, or call me anything else. Got that?"
Zoey mumbled in agreement, growling low in her throat as Logan continued. "Rule number two. Slave Brooks must refer to Master Reese as either Master Reese, Master Logan, or Master at all times..."
And the list continued. On and on it went, until it was long past the time Chase and Michael wanted to go to sleep, but couldn't, due to Logan's constant dictation and Zoey's composition. Finally, Logan sighed. "That's all for tonight," he said, and stripped completely naked. He climbed into bed and smirked at Zoey. "Now you," he ordered.
Michael, Logan, and Chase couldn't keep their eyes off of Zoey as she disrobed, especially Chase, who actually had to shift to hide a minor problem. "Well?" Logan said, gesturing to Zoey. "Get in."
Chase gasped. "You can't make her sleep with you!" he snapped. "That's so illegal."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Idiot. I'm just making her lie here. To make her feel uncomfortable. You know." He smirked and flicked the lights off, his arm wrapping itself around Zoey's upper body, much to her discomfort. She whimpered wordlessly, a silent plea to Chase to do something.