I slap him in the face.
It has very little physical effect on him, but it definitely has some emotional impact because he grabs my wrist and looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Do not disrespect me, pet, not after I just allegedly dominated you. Not very dominated, are you?”
“That’s right,” I tell him. “I’ve been looking after myself with no memories for years. I don’t need any man. I definitely don’t need three big aliens who punish me for every little thing I do.”
“Every little thing you do being getting yourself very nearly killed every opportunity you get?”
“I’m allowed to get myself nearly killed every chance I get.”
“You’re being impossible,” he says.
“Yeah. Maybe I am.”
I don’t deny it. I don’t care if I’m not convenient for him to own. Fuck him. Fuck this. Why do I want to cry?
Sharp stands up, picking me up with him. He carries me out of the bedroom out to where Kronos and Boss are relaxing in their alien spaceship lounge. I’ve got to have decorated this place. It’s too human and too nice to be any of their ideas.
“She’s not going to behave herself,” he says, dropping me on a big soft couch. “She’s the same as she ever was, she just doesn’t remember why she’s the way she is, which is worse. A lot worse.”
I laugh at his frustration, joining in the trend of making things progressively worse.
“Is that right?” Kronos says, annoyed. “Do you think behaving yourself is optional, pet? Because I remember you being very unhappy last time I disciplined you.”
“And then she sneaked herself out of the ship and into pitched battle,” Boss points out.
I thought he was chill. Maybe not.
“I can handle her,” Kronos says. “I can make damn sure she understands what obedience means.”
I groan.
“Is this what it was like, just you guys dick-waving in succession one after the other while I do whatever I want anyway?”
“Yes,” Boss says pretty much instantly.
“No,” Kronos says.
I smirk. I need to talk to Boss, I think. He’s the one who has the best and most grounded sense of things. The other two are trying their hardest to turn me into their obedient little pet against all odds, and against my own sense of existence.
“Alright,” Kronos says. “I have an idea. On your knees, pet.”
I sit on the couch and just look at him. I hope these seats are wipe-able, because I am still covered in a lot of Sharp semen. He really expects me to get up and do as he says.
“On your knees, pet,” he repeats, his tone rife with warning.
I ignore it.
He comes over, picks me up, and puts me on my knees, pushing me down firmly.
I flush with heat and annoyance and stand up, only to be put back down again.
“You can’t make me kneel for you, you big alien…”
My mouth is filled with a gag, a squishy substance that feels quite comfortable between my teeth. It makes it impossible for me to speak, but that is no doubt the point.
“I know you don’t remember me,” he says, standing over me. He was already a lot taller than me before this, but on my knees he looks like a literal giant. “Because you would never dare act like this if you did. This is insanity, pet.”
