ARTEMIS' POV
Her eyes give away her thoughts more than she realizes. She might not even know how easy it is to read her just from the faces she makes.
Her eyes run over every square inch of my bare chest, like a thirsty pup, and there's a very obvious gulp that happens before she tries to run away from me.
I grab at her arm, dragging her into my room before she can cause a scene outside my door. A bit of pride fills my chest, knowing I'm probably the first guy she's seen in a towel by her reactions.
The second we're in, she shrugs my arm off, putting so much distance between us and blocking her eyes whilst taking occasional peeks and rushing back to conceal them.
"W-What are you wearing!" She stutters uncontrollably, not knowing where to keep her eyes.
"Nothing actually. If you want to confirm, I can-"
"Don't you dare!" She screams, shutting her eyes tightly and I can't help but chuckle from her reaction.
That right there is proof that she's seen no action in her entire existence, probably never even held hands or kissed a boy. Like a new born and pure babe in the palm of my hands, ready to be tainted. The perfect kind of girl I find tempting.
"Put on some clothes, dammit." She pleads, frantically tossing the clothes already set out on my bed at me with so much violent force.
I oblige, but only because I have no desire to have a conversation while her eyes are closed, and she's putting so much energy in building a gap between us.
No, that would defy the purpose of this meeting.
"I'm done." I say once my top is fully on.
She takes a peek first before sighing and dropping her hands from her face.
"I find it refreshing being around someone so desperate for me to put clothes on. Usually, they can't wait to take it off."
She rolls her eyes at my joke. "You wouldn't have had to get fully dressed if we had this conversation by the door."
I shake my head at her words.
"I didn't bring you here to stand outside my door."
"Yeah, why did you bring me here in the first place?" She says, looking around the room with curious eyes.
Her initial surprise must have completely melted away for her. Now, her attention is focused on the interior décor of my room. Having no roommate due to my status, I get the privilege to pimp up my room as much as I want as well.
I have so much pride in it, yet she scoffs at the design, looking back to me only seconds later.
Her lips purse with discomfort and her brows do that little wiggling thing it always does when she's thinking of all the things she wishes she could do to me but can't, and I just watch
Even enjoying every one facial reaction.
This is weird because very little grabs my attention that much.
There's nothing so great about her either. Nothing about her other looks stand out that much compared to an actual female wolf, and yet she bothers me constantly like a thorn.
"Shouldn't you be ending every sentence directed at me with 'Master' now?" I say, changing the topic and looking away at something else.
"Over my dead body." She says swiftly, not letting the suggestion even sink in a little.
"Ouch." I clutch onto my chest playfully to lighten the mood, but she doesn't budge one bit.
There's not a single crack on that frown of hers.
"Tough crowd."
"Did you call me in here to waste my time? Is all this just so you could torment me further?"
The smile on my lips falters at her words too quickly.
It's a funny question even I can't fully articulate.
How do I say I'm bored of the whole bullying thing going on? And maybe, I want something more satisfying from her, something to quell that curiosity brimming within me the moment she comes into my field of vision.
She sort of ignites a certain desire to obtain something new for myself, something only I can have access to, something that no one else can touch or claim besides me.
Yes, that's what I want.
She's an exotic gem that everyone wants a piece of - but now, I want exclusive rights.
"There's no need being so hostile towards me. Think of this as a new beginning between the two of us. No more hateful competition and pranks, just friends."
"Your sick way of asking for friendship is by trapping me in a slave contract?" She cocks her brow, folding her hands below her chest.
Slave contract - I like the way she says it.
Her stance screams nothing but submission, even considering our differences in power, she still stands so fiercely like a baby cub thinking it can take on an elephant.
"Aren't you tired of the bullying, the taunts and threats you receive on a daily? Don't you wish you could walk from chemistry class to the cafeteria without someone trying to mess with you?"
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Whatever hold I momentarily have over her wavers and she pulls herself out of it, suddenly brushing off my hands on her shoulders and putting more distance between us.
Her cheeks flush bright red, and she doesn't meet my eyes.
"Fine. You say all this like I even have a choice - even if I disagree, I'd still be stuck with you. But what do you get out of this? What is the role I play as your personal robot?"
I take a deep exhale, slowly calming myself from the initial excitement drawing from her.
"Well, the usual things. You answer solely to me, meaning you do what I demand you do. Other simple things include being within my proximity wherever I go, cleaning my room."
I purposefully hide the fact that it entails much more than that, leaving that for her to realize on her own.
"What happens if you ask me to do something impossible?"
"Well, that's for me to decide and you to find out." I smile wickedly at her.
She doesn't like the idea but there's nothing she can do. No matter how tough she thinks she is, this is a school for wolves, meaning she needs more than grit to last long enough.
She has no choice but to comply, and I have her just where I want her.
I smile at her displeased face, drawing closer to pick her chin up to look at me.
"You belong to me, Sera. I hope you understand what that means."
She pulls her face away from me roughly this time, wiping the place my hands had touched.
"I don't belong to anyone. I'm just doing this because of the school rules, nothing else. I won't ever give you the satisfaction of having me added to your long list of followers."
Fiery sparks fly in her eyes again.
"Very well, we'll go with that for now, but remember to address me with my proper title. To you, I am master. Remember that."
She scoffs but doesn't say anything else, a clear sign that she's finally given in. And now, the real fun begins.
Well, for me.