Stiles let out a tired yawn and stretched his arms out into the air as he scanned his surroundings, noticing it was morning once more. This was usually the time one of the maids would come in and interrupt his sleep, getting him up to start a new day by opening his curtains or starting his bath, but there was no maid in sight. His room was silent, too silent. He glanced over to the left side of the bed, expecting to find Derek resting there, only to find a pair of pillows and wrinkled bedsheets.
Where is everybody? Stiles wondered as he tossed the bed covers off his naked form and stood up.
The memory of his wild night with his Master was still very much present in his body with every step he took. Stiles winced in pain as he made his way into the big bathroom. His ass was still pretty sore, even his back ached. He did his best to rub his lower back with one of his hands as he waited for the tub to fill up with warm water.
Once the tub was full, Stiles turned the knob off and dipped a few fingers inside, testing the temperature. He eyed the bathwater below letting his fingers swirl around it as his mind drifted off, remembering certain things about his night with Derek.
He didn't want to like sex with a monster, but he did. In fact, Stiles loved it. Derek might have been an awful creature, but he was very talented in the bedroom. Stiles hated that his Master had that hold over him. Even after his crazy night with the beast, Stiles still craved him.
He carefully slid inside the tub so as not to cause more harm to his sensitive cheeks and let out a sigh, enjoying the calming warmth that came over his body. Stiles grabbed the sponge in the soap dish holder and dunk it in the water before gliding it down his arms, making sure to soap them both well. He then dunked the sponge back into the water and squeezed it over his skin, letting the soap be washed away.
Stiles moved his hand with the sponge over to his neck and began to wash the area. He paused midway, feeling small indentations in his skin, tracing over them with his fingers, thinking back to when his Master gave them to him. The teeth marks weren't deep enough to be permanent, but strong enough to leave a lasting impression on Stiles.
He closed his eyes and sunk lower into the water, raising one of his legs to rest on top of the tub, as he brought the wet sponge to his ankle, playfully running it up to his thigh, picturing a certain dark hair, green-eyed creature, with a body built like a Greek god, watching him with a smirk on his lips.
Stiles shivered at the thought and his heartbeat picked up as his hand soon became his Master's, sliding over his body. He let out a faint moan as the sponge moved across his chest, making his nipples nice in hard.
"Mmm, Master, that feels good."
Suddenly there was a loud gasp, breaking Stiles from his thoughts.
He opened his eyes to be met with a startled maid, holding a stack of clean towels in her hands.
"I'm sorry sir, my apologies, I'll be going now." She voiced embarrassed, quickly setting the towels on a nearby chair before turning to leave.
"Hey, wait!" Stiles replied, quickly getting out of the tub, and grabbing a towel to wrap around his lower half before meeting her at the door.
"Please sir, don't tell Lord Hale I saw you naked. I do not wish to be on his bad side." The maid pleaded by the door, worried for her safety.
"What? I would never. I don't care that you saw me naked. I mean, I'm a bit embarrassed, but I would never bring it up at the risk of someone getting hurt." Stiles replied, easing some of the maid's troubles.
"Oh, then what is it that you need, sir?"
"I just wanted to know where Penelope is. Usually, she greets me in the morning. Is she okay?" Stiles asked concerned.
The maid looked him over with an uncertain look on her face.
"Penelope is in her room resting up. It's not really my place to say but, the maids are scared, after yesterday."
"Because of Derek. I know." Stiles said with a nod of understanding.
"No, because of you." The maid corrected.
Stiles's eyes grew big, stunned by the news.
"What, what did I do?"
"You opened your mouth, that's what. If you didn't say anything everything would have been fine. Now, no one trusts you. They are all afraid of telling you something that might get back to Mr. Hale. Look, I have to get back to work. Just do us all a favor and stay away from us, Penelope included."
"But…" Stiles protested.
"No buts, now good day, sir. I have chores to get done." The maid said before grabbing the door handle and shutting the wooden hatch in Stiles's face, leaving him alone once more.
Stiles couldn't believe it. One minute, he was a victim and the next, he was labeled just as dangerous as Derek.
Stiles quickly got dressed, well, as quickly as he could with his sex injuries, letting out a few hisses and tense facial expressions along the way, before making his way out of his room and down the hall in search of Penelope.
He knew he probably shouldn't look for her after what the random maid had said but he had to apologize to her face-to-face and make sure she was ok. He couldn't take the thought that his loose lips caused such a tragedy.
Stiles made his way further down the hall, peeking into rooms and glancing around corners in search of his maid friend. He passed by staff members doing their daily routines of cleaning rooms, making beds, putting laundry away, dusting pictures, and so on. He noticed how when he greeted them along the way, they ignored him, continuing working as if nothing was spoken, or walking right past him without so much as a word. Some even gave him dirty looks and took off in the opposite direction just to avoid him. Stiles couldn't believe it. He had never felt more alone in his life. He frowned but continued on his path, determined to find Penelope.
He made his way downstairs checking the dining room, and kitchen area where the chef was kneading dough on a table before placing it in the oven to bake, while the other workers were busy icing pastries and setting up plates of food.
Stiles was about to give up on his quest when a certain familiar face walked through the kitchen with fresh sheets in hand. His eyes grew big in joy, relieved to see her once more. But a frown soon took over, noticing the large bandage wrapped around the side of her cheek, covering her facial wounds.
She glanced up and froze in her spot seeing Stiles standing only a few feet away. A small smile graced his features.
"Hello, Penelope."
Her stunned expression soon turned to anger as she tossed the basket of clean sheets on the floor with a thud and turned around heading back in the direction she came from.
Stiles took off after her, entering the laundry room where some workers were washing sheets and clothes in a tub full of soapy water, while others, folded clean, dried garments and linens placing them in baskets.
"Penelope, wait!" Stiles voiced in alarm, quickly grabbing her by the hand.
She yanked her arm away upset and turned to face him as the other maids in the room dropped what they were doing and looked over in the pair's direction, observing the argument that was taking place.
"I trusted you and you told on me." She said with tears in her eyes as her bottom lip began to tremble.
"Penelope, I…"
"Don't you think you put this poor girl through enough?" Miss. Potter voiced in the back, coming over to Penelope and pulling her into a comfort hold as the maid sobbed away.
"I, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen." Stiles said from his spot, fidgeting nervously.
"Well, you just did. I think it's time for you to go now. Come on Penelope." Miss. Potter replied sternly, walking out of the room with the fellow maid in her hold.
The other servants stared at Stiles in silence for a moment before getting back to work, as if nothing out of the ordinary took place, leaving him alone in his thoughts, as he stared at the floor in shame.
Stiles felt like his shirt collar was choking him, and his hands began to shake, as he found himself suddenly gasping for air. He was having a panic attack.
He needed fresh air, and he needed it quickly.
He made his way out of the manor, opened the front door, and took a deep breath, as if he was submerged underwater, coming up for air.
Stiles took a few shaky steps, observing his surroundings. There was the garden on the left, the woods straight ahead, and the barn on the right.
With the sound of horses neighing in the background, Stiles found himself drifting over to the barn.
Stiles walked stall to stall before landing his eyes on a brownish-red colored mare with a stripe of white on its face and white on its ankles looking like socks. It was tied up in its small quarters neighing while looking out the small bar window in its stall, eyeing the grassy fields.
Stiles felt he could relate to the horse very much. Trapped and alone.
He stepped inside the stall as the horse pulled against its ties squealing in stress.
"Woah girl, it's okay, I got you." Stiles voiced, slowly approaching, and unwrapping the rope to give the mare more room to walk. He placed a hand on the side of it petting its brown fur, calming it down.
The horse let out a few snorts and lowered her head down for Stiles to pet.
"I guess it's just you and me, girl." He said giving the horse's side a pat.
"Talking to horses? It can't be that bad, can it?" Peter said, rounding the corner with an amused look on his face.
Stiles looked up, eyeing the blue-eyed, smirking stranger. The man looked well-groomed with short brown, slicked-back hair, wearing a silk white dress shirt and khaki pants. He clearly wasn't a servant. He was a man of means.
"Sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I'll go. I don't want to get anyone else in trouble."
The man let out a small chuckle.
"Trouble? You can't get me in trouble. Why, that's practically my name. "
"Really, who are you?" Stiles asked curiously.
"I'm Peter, Derek's uncle. You must be the new pet."
"What do you mean by, new pet?"
"You didn't think you were the only one, did you? Oh, you did? That's cute."
"Peter, what are you doing here?" Derek voiced, from the entrance of the barn.
"Ah, here's the man of the hour now. I was just getting acquainted with your Pet here."
Derek folded his arms into his chest with a stern look on his face.
"Don't you have somewhere to be, Uncle?"
"I suppose you're right," Peter replied, eyeing Stiles one last time before heading over to the exit.
He stopped when he reached Derek.
"I can see why you like him, he does have Paige's eyes, doesn't he?"
Derek tensed up and his jaw clenched. Peter smirked, seeing the effect his words had, before walking off down the field.