His Request

LISA'S POV

Toy… That was something I hadn't heard before. I would have appreciated the word 'pet', it could be considered as the cute and subtle version of 'Toy'. But he had said, "Toy."

What was this feeling that pierced me deeply like a fork and twisted my guts? Was it hope that I expected something more or disappointment that I was something less? He had proven time and time again that he was different from all the others I had met but the words he spoke tonight and the crazy overjoyed look on his face made me certain of one thing.

He was just like all the others; expecting you to wag your tail and dance to their tune for a little money. In his case, it wasn't 'a little' money.

As we got out of the hotel with the ointment for my bruise in my tight grip. I stole glances at him since I walked behind him. He rubbed his neck every now and then, and raked his fingers through his dark hair from behind.

This man saw me as nothing more than a toy. Not even something worthy of being alive