I'm Not Property

I heard the door creak behind me, but I didn't move. I still gazed out to see the beautiful garden beneath me.

"I'm guessing you want your call, sugar?" He asked already knowing the answer as he closed the door.

I turned my head to look at him, he was leaning against the white door with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I nodded slowly and a smirk came to his face.

"You can talk sugar. Unless I say otherwise." He warned.

"O-Okay." Well fuck you too stuttering.

"Come on, dinner is ready. Once we eat you can have your call." I nodded and stood up before following behind him. "Move up sugar. If not I can only presume you're checking out my ass." He said with his signature smirk.

I felt a light blush spread across my face as I made my way next to him. He moved his arm to my waist, holding me close.

Eventually we arrived at a dining hall that looked fit for a king. I couldn't help but marvel a bit.

"Like what you see sugar?" He whispered in my ear. I put my head down and nodded slightly which caused him to chuckle.

"You know you're quite shy and quiet now sugar. Why is that?" He asked humming a bit as he moved my chair for me to sit. He then went and started to walk around to the side of the table he was going to sit at.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I mumbled.

"Well since I'm your owner now, I think I'm entitled to know." Entitled my ass, and I sure as hell am not property.

"I'm not property." I mumbled out.

"Whatever you say sugar." He said with a chuckle. "Now answer the question." He said sternly, my eyes cut over him, but not before our gazes met. His eyes were dark, something that scared me.

"I don't like to talk about it." I mumbled again.

"I want an answer sugar." He said sternly again. I just shook my head not willing to answer. The sound of the door opening made me jump a bit. In came a guy with brown hair, pale skin and brown eyes.

"Who's the chick Issac?" He asked as he took a seat in the middle.

"Her name is Camila. I got her from ol' Quill." He said with a chuckle.

"Oh cool-" Oliver started before getting caught off.

"She's my property Oliver. Not yours, so I expect you don't do anything ill advised." Issac said sternly. Oliver rolled his eyes before nodding.

From there on out dinner was pretty quiet, but I could tell a storm was brewing.