Matt woke up abruptly, frantically searching for a Sir. No one was in the room, or the next room, or the next. He breathed for a moment, listened more attentively. He was ready to write it off as another dream, when--
"Sir."
Matt jumped. No. There were no heartbeats in the room.
"What--" he swallowed the question. Never reveal a weakness. It might be something everyone else could see, or there was something wrong with his hearing, or there was something wrong with all of his senses, because there was no heat either, or he might be hallucinating--
"Would you like to sit, sir? Perhaps on the coach this time?"
The voice sounded concerned, which pissed him off a little. He was really careful not to hyperventilate and not to visibly panic, and he thought he succeeded.
Never reveal a weakness.
For a moment, he couldn't remember what was said to him. Mind heavy, memory empty – did they drug him? Don't panic--
Sit. Right. That was what was said to him. Sit down, sir, but there was no one else around so he had to assume it was him.
New owner, new rules. Matt felt a little sardonic about that.
He wanted to obey the command, but his legs felt like lead. He couldn't move them. Get up. Get to work. But he couldn't. Weak. And--
Oh. The voice was still talking, and Matt hadn't been listening.
Fill, part 6: Slavery AU with the Avengers
"Sir? Sir."
"Sir."
Matt woke up abruptly, frantically searching for a Sir. No one was in the room, or the next room, or the next. He breathed for a moment, listened more attentively. He was ready to write it off as another dream, when--
"Sir."
Matt jumped. No. There were no heartbeats in the room.
"What--" he swallowed the question. Never reveal a weakness. It might be something everyone else could see, or there was something wrong with his hearing, or there was something wrong with all of his senses, because there was no heat either, or he might be hallucinating--
"Would you like to sit, sir? Perhaps on the coach this time?"
The voice sounded concerned, which pissed him off a little. He was really careful not to hyperventilate and not to visibly panic, and he thought he succeeded.
Never reveal a weakness.
For a moment, he couldn't remember what was said to him. Mind heavy, memory empty – did they drug him? Don't panic--
Sit. Right. That was what was said to him. Sit down, sir, but there was no one else around so he had to assume it was him.
New owner, new rules. Matt felt a little sardonic about that.
He wanted to obey the command, but his legs felt like lead. He couldn't move them. Get up. Get to work. But he couldn't. Weak. And--
Oh. The voice was still talking, and Matt hadn't been listening.
"--your meal, sir."
The door to his right opened.
Shit.