A few weeks later

After that day, Wilford had been acting really strange. He ignores me more, distances himself and throws himself into his work of inventing.

He inherited the skill from his father, being able to create new things from seemingly nothing. I know it was stupid, but I sometimes feared he'd make another robot, to replace me.

He's also become more abusive, I don't think a day goes by that I don't have a new scratch or dent on my body. At least he's taking it out on me and not other humans anymore.

But the funny thing Is, after he does whatever he does, kick me or punch me square in the face or something along that line... he always looks so devastated and broken, like I'm the that hit him.

I was honestly getting worried about my master, I know I shouldn't. I should be happy that the man finally grew a conscience and feels bad for hurting me. But it still bothers me.

Wilford was currently in his workshop, working on a steampowered owl. I was busy making him some lunch, him being so caught up in work that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself.

I walk to his workshop, steak sandwich and orange juice in hand and set it on one of the tables, out if the way.

"Enjoy your lunch master," I said cheerily as I looked  at him. He merely hummed in response, not even looking at me as he continued working.

I stayed there, biting my lip awkwardly and looking around the room.

He must be noticed it because he finally sighed and stood up, stretching his body and making a few joint pop.

He walked over to the table next to me and began eating the sandwich. He turned and leaned on the counter, standing close enough to me that I could feel his body heat radiating off of me. Why did that make me so flustered and embarrassed.

"S-so... how's your owl coming along," I stammered. He didn't seem to notice as his face lit up and he shuffled back to his work bench, dragging me along like a child that wants their mother to buy something.

He's always like this, looking so dull and dead normally but seeming to light the whole room up when you even mention his work.

"I think I've finally figured out the problem of why it can't fly. The metal I used, although much lighter than most, is still too heavy for it to pick itself off," he said excitedly as he read over the notes to me that he always kept in a little diary book.

"So you took off some of the metal and replaced some things with lighter objects?" I asked him.

"Exactly!" He said happily, a smile on his face that I so rarely see nowadays.

He showed me the owl, who was perched on a little landing post, seeming asleep. It looked different from when I last saw it. Instead of all metal, it now had wings made from material so it looked even more steampunk style, designed in a way that it looked more like bat wings. It's main body and head still was made of metal, different cogs and screws everywhere.

Wilford played around with it, pressing a few buttons and twisting some handles before the metal bird seemed to whir to life. It's big eyes opened slowly, each one blinking individually.

It let out a small screech that resembled that of an owl before starting to move it's wings, stretching them out like the creature has just had a long rest instead of actually just being brought to life.

Wilford was standing beside me with a hopeful gaze, biting his lip and muttering encouraging words to it.

The owl flapped it's wings a few times, the sound of cogs and gears straining with each movement it made.

For a moment we thought that was the end, Wilford letting out a disappointed sigh and throwing the work cloth he'd been holding to the ground. But then suddenly the steampowered creature seemed to try harder, flapping it's wings faster and slowly lifting itself into the air.

Wilford gasped in both shock and happiness and came forward to the owl. It's flight stuttered for a moment and it started falling, Wilford reaching his hand out to catch it. But before it hit his hand, it made itself back up again, instead going to his shoulder and perching itself there.

Wilford looked at me with overwhelming happiness and I smiled brightly in return. He picked up the owl and stroked it's head, staring into its red lights of eyes in amazement. The bird chirped happily and nuzzled into his touch.

"I'm gonna name you Spo," Wilford smiled and set it on the table. I looked at him with a confused expression.

"Short for steam powered owl," he explained and I nodded.

The man looked back at his creation and seemed to light up even more, so much that he looked at me and pulled me into a tight hug.

I was shocked for a good five seconds, not having felt this kindness in a long, long time.

I finally came to my senses and smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on the taller man's chest. He was humming and his whole body seemed to shake in happiness. I wanted to see more of this side of him.

After what felt like hours, he finally pulled away and I reluctantly let go, smiling up at him.

He smiled back, but after a minute, his happiness seemed to falter. His bipolar nature kicking in and having a mood swing so fast, I thought I'd get motion sickness.

His face turned to a dull sadness, all the colour leaving him and with it, his happiness.

"Master, are you ok?" I looked at him concerned as his gaze fell to the floor.

"...You'll never leave me... right?" He asked so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

The question took me by surprise and I stayed silent, wondering how this man could go from smiling like a goofball to frowning like he's never been happy a day in his life in mere seconds.

My silence must have been an answer to him as he looked up at me with hurt, I furrowed my eyebrows and began to answer.

"Of course I wouldn't-"

My sentence was cut off when strong hands suddenly pushed me against the wall and, almost lifting me off my feet so we were eye level.

"You better not even think about stepping outside these walls, your mine," the man growled, looking at me with fire in his eyes. I stared back with a mixture of shock and fear, frozen in place as he seemed to study my features.

To emphasize on his statement, he moved away the collar of my shirt and bit into the crook of my neck, shooting pain throughout my metal body.

I whimpered softly and tried to push him off, "m-master please... I won't ever l-leave you... I promise."

"God damn right you won't," he whispered in a baritone voice into my ear that made me shudder.

Wilford smirked and gripped onto my hips, pushing his body against mine. How can this man change moods so fast?!

The man suddenly picked up my legs and wrapped them around his waist before he made his was to his room.

"M-master... please don't d-do this," I whimpered and he ignored me, laying me down on the bed roughly and attacking my neck.

"I need to make sure that you never even think about leaving me. You need to be taught who you belong to~" he said seductively and ripped my shirt off.

I swallowed fearfully and stared at him with wide eyes as he removed his own shirt and then his pants.

I started to squirm and try get away, big mistake. He pinned my wrists above my head harshly with one hand and held my jaw with the other.

"Your being a bad boy Google~ you know what happens to bad boys~"

I started shaking my head frantically as tears prickled my eyes, "p-please don't," I whispered.

Wilford smirked and hooked his fingers around my pants and boxers, taking them both off in one fowl swoop.

I instinctively curled up and tried to cover myself, receiving a slap across the face and harsh hands moving my legs away.

"Your so pretty when you beg~ how would you like it if I just turned you into my personal cum bucket~?"

Tears began rolling down my face and I visibly shook beneath the man.

Wilford frowned and growled, "relax dipshit," he said harshly before attacking my neck and chest with his mouth again.

I whimpered but stayed still, knowing what hell would come to me if I tried fighting back. His lips traveled down my stomach to my pelvis, each kiss and nibble making me forget more and more about how psychotic and evil this man was.

I gasped when his fingers ghosted over my half hardened length, making said psycho smirk.

"Suck a slut~ I barely even touched you and your already hard~" he purred before taking all of me into his mouth, making me let out a sharp moan.

Wilford hummed and bobbed his head up and down, making me writhe and moan softly. My hands reached down to his hair and gripped onto the locks.

My mind was a fuzz and my body completely forgot to be scared. He seemed satisfied and pulled off me, making me whine at the loss of warmth.

"Beg for me darling~ tell me what you want~" Wilford purred and ran his hand all over my body, making me shiver in delight.

"P-please master~... need you~... inside~" I begged, my cheeks dusting red from embarrassment.

Wilford seemed satisfied, kissing me roughly and placing my legs over his shoulders, "good boy~"

Without warning, he slammed into me and immediately started moving, I screamed in pain and dug my nails into his back.

I soon adjusted to his size and began to moan out as he fucked me into the bed. I know this is wrong, I should be hating this and trying to get away. But each thrust just made me thirst for more.

Wilford grunted and wrapped his arms around my body, almost lovingly but I knew not to be hopeful.

I yelled in pleasure when he hit my prostate, making him smirk against my skin and ram into that spot.

"Your mine~ all mine~ you'll never leave me~" he moaned almost desperately, sounding like he had tears in his eyes as he clung to me like his life depended on it.

If I wasn't overcome in pleasure I probably would've questioned it, but instead I just moaned and nodded my head, not being able to speak anymore.

"C-close~" I managed to mutter as I screamed in pleasure, my toes curling and back arching off the bed.

He nodded and went at an inhumane speed, slamming my insides until they were probably jelly.

I whipped my head back and came heavily, tightening around him which sent him over the edge as he released inside me.

Wilford thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop, now the only sound filling the air being heavy breathing.

Wilford finally pulled out but didn't let go of me, collapsing next to me and pulling me into him. I lay my head on his chest, enjoying the sound of his heart beat as it slowed down to its normal pace.

I held onto him just as tightly as he combed through my hair, almost like a lover but again, I'm not gonna get my hopes up.

We just layed there, tangled in each others limbs, just quietly enjoying this moment of silence.

After about ten minutes, I heard deep breathing and looked up to see my master has fallen asleep.

I smile softly and kiss his chin, muttering words that I knew I'd never say if he were awake and words that should never be directed towards him.

"I love you."

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