Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“Please tell one of us if there’s something you need or the things in here don’t suit you or fit.” Winter paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes and smile soft. “Sleep now, Derek. You’re safe here.”
The door stayed open when she left. If he were to close it, he would notice a lock he could throw, on the inside. There were clothes, plain but close to his size, in the drawers of the dresser, and in the closet next to the bathroom. A hairbrush, toothbrush, and toothpaste waited on the counter, and a small first aid kit in the mirrored cabinet.
There was no razor, though.
Derek just stared at the space left when Winter walked out of the room. Safe? Could there even be such a thing anymore? He couldn’t even muster up the strength to explore the bathroom, it would be there tomorrow. He just gently pushed the door to mostly closed, leaving it about half a foot open, shucked his pants, and crawled into the bed.
After the auction, sleeping in cages or piled on top of others, or under them, the bed was extraordinary. A groan left his lips as he laid down on his stomach, asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
When he woke up again, Summer sat in his little chair, one leg neatly crossed over the other. Her head was bent over a tablet, red hair pulled back smoothly in a bun. A tray with a bowl and cup sat on the table. She reached out absently and touched the edge of the tray, and steam rose from the bowl and cup.
After a moment, her green eyes flicked up to meet his. “Did you sleep well?”