The Chosen

"I'm not cooking for you."

"If you want to eat then you need to cook." Dominic said with a small smirk. "After all you have to maintain your health."

"If that is some reference to sex or producing one of your damn children, it is not happening. I rather death before either of those."

"Actually it means exactly as I say. Maintaining your health."

"Go buy another doll that is willing to play your games."

"So hostile." Dominic said with a smirk.

She stood and looked up at him, Dom towering over her by more than a foot.

"I don't want you." She poked his chest.

"Too bad your choices aren't what matters."

"Oh they do. Now move, I'm leaving." She tried to push pass him.

Dominic chuckled. "You think that you are getting away that easily? You are a pet. This is what you were trained for."

"Do you think I wanted that training? You honestly think I would enjoy belonging to someone else...as a stupid toy?"

"Doesn't matter if you wanted it. That is what happened so that is what you are going to do."

"You might as well kill me now then."

"Oh I am not going to kill you."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I haven't decided yet." He said with a shrug.

She pinched her nose. "Why me?"

"You interest me."

"Couldn't a puppy do the same thing?"

"Not really." He said chuckling. "Now go fix your dinner."

She pushed pass him grumbling. If she wasn't so hungry she would start arguing with him again.

Dominic chuckled as he watched her walk away. This was going to be so fun.