My Master Is A Fictional Character

I paced around my room repeatedly, my mind couldn't comprehend what I just saw. A character of mine is alive or should I say, was alive. This is all too strange, really strange and I can't comprehend it. Hmm, I need to clear my head. The only way I could get that done, is by calling my sis over. My sis Brendan is my only friend, she's the only one who adds sunshine and colourful rainbows to my life. Without her, my life would just be plain black. I'm a nerd, a big time nerd and in this present time, no one literally wants to hang out with a nerd and I do get it. I sighed, as I dialled my sister number. This is probably one of the decision I hate making. I love being alone, I love being plane Jane and I definitely do not want sparkles in my life. I love being this boring person who always spent her time, writing books and creating new ways to torture her characters. Yup, I specialize in tragic novels.

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer. "I really don't know if this is real, but you have to understand that I never knew you were a living person in this world. All I did was to write a damn fictional book, I didn't mean to make you kill the love of your life." I pleaded hoping he would see some sense in what am saying. Like, if I had know my characters were living and not just in my book and my imagination, I wouldn't have made them suffer. He snickered, "that's not an excuse darling."  Oh fuck! This rodeo is real. I decided to come out as fearless

"Please, please, please let me go. I'm sorry I won't try to escape or run away. I'm sorry." I begged the villain dragging me into my own house.  "Your screams are only increasing your punishment ration. Remember I said you are not allowed to speak without my permission, well screaming is also part of it." Hearing what he said, I decided to remain quiet.  My heart wouldn't stop beating fast, I couldn't help but think of different ways Ethan is going to punish me. "You know what, I will think of a better punishment for you... by tomorrow. For now, you can continue sleeping on the kitchen floor. And again, the doors will not be locked." He winked at me, then walked out of the kitchen.  Would it be weird to say that, when he winked at me I felt my stomach fumbled

He dragged me by the hair, heading straight to my room. I climbed up the stairs in a really discomforting way.... He paused in front of my room door, taking in how my  room looks. "I see you really love the color black." He comments, his eyes roaming around my room. Everything in my room, from my bed to my wardrobe is all black. The only different color in this room is the bulb and that one is red. I wish there's a black light, then I would have used it instead. But then again light are supposed to make a place shine bright, not to darken the place. "But don't worry, all this will be change to bright pink very soon." He stated nodding his head, with a smirk on his face. "No, you are joking right? I will not let you do that to my room. I hate pink. I hate it so much, I cannot stand it!" I yelled angrily. Before I realized what I just did, it was too late

Janice POV I woke up the next morning feeling so much pain in my body, I stood up from the floor sighing tiredly. I can't really say I actually had a goodnight sleep, cause I didn't.  I walked over to the sitting room to meet Ethan sleeping... But was he really sleeping I couldn't tell, if he is... then this would have been the perfect time to either escape or put a knife through his heart. Yeah, I wouldn't mind killing him. But then again, I'm trying to pretend to be a nice obedient slave. I wouldn't want to spoil my chance on that by trying to kill a man who might not even be sleeping. I knelt down next to the couch, my hand slowly going into his trouser... It was kind of hard for my hand to fully go in, so I had to pull down the zipper. Once the zipper was down, I was able to put my hand in his boxer... Fuck! His dick is so hard and stiff.