"My darling, why don't we head home and get you cleaned up? Get you into a warm bath, cleaned up... Go to bed." I hold Guest close to my chest, refusing to let go of my possession. They are mine, and only mine. I run a hand through Guest's hair, planting a kiss to the top of their scalp, feeling their energy deplete with every word I say. The power I have over Guest is intoxicating, and it makes me feel invigorated seeing Guestso worthless and pathetic against me. "Come on, smile for me, moya lyubov'." I squeeze Guest's hip tighter, growing irritated with that frown on Guest's face. "Don't forget our lesson, sladkiy. Smile."

"Get washed, and hurry up. I won't be patient tonight." I walk out, leaving them to wash alone. I showered the morning of, my body wash and shampoo still fresh on my person. I pull my phone out of my pocket, a burner, and I make a quick call about something unimportant. As soon as Guest gets out if the shower, I look over at the bruises marring the skin, and scoff at the look on my possession's face. "What the hell did I tell you about that god awful look? Fix yourself. You look ridiculous."