02-16-2024, 02:00 PM
Ashton went to Kallisti every night for three days straight. And each night, his mark stood on the wall carefully not looking his direction. He never approached. Never even looked at him and that was disappointing. And the fourth night -- the forth night he wasn't there. Didn't stop Ashton from flirting with his now favorite bartender. He came to see him, to make him smile as much as he came to provoke the guy his Mistress wanted in their clutches.
The fifth night was a Sunday and things were slow at the club anyway and Vivian took him to another party someplace else that she didn't want to go alone to. He obliged her with his presence as he always did. She was his favorite person.
Monday came and still Nox was not there -- some other man held the whole thing together. Ashton didn't ask, but there was a different air about the place. It wasn't fear but it was unsettling. Nothing had changed. Just seemed more tense.
Ashton didn't manage to make it back to Kallisti for another week after that night. He had to actually put food on the literal table. Serve up some person to the monsters he lived with. They wanted a fresh meal -- nothing from the stores or freezers and they hadn't wanted to wait. So they sent Ashton out for their precious dinner plans. Was the Mistress' anniversary or some such bullshit but Ashton did it. Last thing he wanted was to be the one on the table. His continued compliance was the only thing keeping him alive.
And when he did arrive back to Kallisti. Things felt better, but still the man standing on the wall was not his mark. What the fuck?
The fifth night was a Sunday and things were slow at the club anyway and Vivian took him to another party someplace else that she didn't want to go alone to. He obliged her with his presence as he always did. She was his favorite person.
Monday came and still Nox was not there -- some other man held the whole thing together. Ashton didn't ask, but there was a different air about the place. It wasn't fear but it was unsettling. Nothing had changed. Just seemed more tense.
Ashton didn't manage to make it back to Kallisti for another week after that night. He had to actually put food on the literal table. Serve up some person to the monsters he lived with. They wanted a fresh meal -- nothing from the stores or freezers and they hadn't wanted to wait. So they sent Ashton out for their precious dinner plans. Was the Mistress' anniversary or some such bullshit but Ashton did it. Last thing he wanted was to be the one on the table. His continued compliance was the only thing keeping him alive.
And when he did arrive back to Kallisti. Things felt better, but still the man standing on the wall was not his mark. What the fuck?