“This is yours.” I say, stepping aside at the open doorway of her bedroom.
She furrows her brows. “It’s gorgeous, but um, where is the actual door?”
“I had it removed.” I reply casually, as though it is the most normal thing on the planet.
“Why, I need my door?” She asks, stepping into the room.
“You can earn your door - if you behave.” I explain.
“I have to earn my privacy?” She snaps in shock, her tone rising.
I tilt my head towards her in warning. “Excuse me?” I say slowly, daring her to talk to me like that again.
“Are you seriously saying I have to earn my privacy?” She says again, just as sassy as before.
I step into her room, backing her against the wall.
Our bodies press together, and she lets out a soft gasp as I pin her there, glaring down at her.
“Misha, the first thing you will learn is to never question me or my requests. If you do - you will be punished.”
“Ok.” She whispers softly, but without a trace of fear in her eyes. Defiance, yes. A glint of challenge, definitely. But no fear.
I step away from her, my cock growing hard and me not wanting her to see. Not yet.
“Get settled in. Come out for breakfast when you’re ready.”
She nods. “Yes, sir.” She whispers. The way those two words roll from her mouth, brushing over the soft, pink skin of her lips - my cock goes rigid.
Turning quickly away from her piercing eyes, I leave the room without another word.
Shaking my head at myself, smiling again as I head down the passage back towards the living room.
I’m still in disbelief that she is mine. That magnificent creature is going to be my death - and what a beautiful death it will be.
I know about ravens. They have fascinated me since I was young. They are brutal creatures that tear the eyes out of the dead, stealing their souls from their bodies. They will pluck baby birds from nests of other species without a moment’s hesitation. When you do wrong by a raven, they will hold a grudge against you for generations to follow. You should be wary of angering a raven.
But once you earn their trust, it is an unbreakable bond. One to treasure. A unique connection that no one else might understand and a certain one that defies what we know about this world and the darker, ethereal forces that dwell in it.
I’ve always wanted a raven of my very own.
And now I have one.
The most perfect little raven I could ever have imagined.
Sitting on the sofa again I pull my phone from my back pocket and open my security app, flicking to the hidden camera in her room. Yes, the door is permanently open, but I can’t exactly stand there all day watching her. So, I made sure I had other ways.
She is walking around the room. A room, I imagine is much larger than she is accustomed to. Her delicate fingers trace over the top of her dresser and she steps back to count the number of drawers. I watch her turn to glance at the bed where the bag is sitting, looking empty.
She bites at her lip and sighs.
Her belongings won’t even fill the top drawer. And she still has several cupboards in her room that sit empty and waiting for her to make use of.
She won’t be in that room for long. I have already cleared cupboard space for her in my walk-in closet attached to my room, but that is something she doesn’t need to know yet.
In the meantime, she is going to learn what it’s like to belong to me. A little sample of what her life could be like if she was an obedient little pet. Or perhaps I don’t want her to be obedient. At least not all the time.
Misha walks over to the bed and tugs the zip of her duffel bag open, she hauls her clothing and a few personal items out of it, then picks them up in one armful and angrily shoves them into the top drawer. She pushes the drawer closed and sits down on the bed, unsure what to do with herself.
