Adapt or die

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*K's POV* I woke up, sore as always, but definitely not as stiff. Masters bed was like a massive marshmallow, his sheets so soft. Last night I had the strangest dream, it started out the same as always, with master coming in, blood, 'its okay little girl', but then as he picked me up I wasn't a small child anymore. I was me as I am now. I wrapped my legs around his large frame and he kissed down my neck, kissing me better. I could not help but grind against him, but it felt so good that I could not stop. I woke up and found master asleep, me cradled under his arm. I stared at him for a minute or two, he really was handsome. So rugged and raw, I wondered what his lips would feel like but then snapped out of it, moved to a respectable distance and then fell back to sleep. I saw myself properly for the first time yesterday in the bathroom mirror. I didn't know what to expect, my face was bruised, lips swollen, small cut on my cheek. But underneath all that, I didn't think I looked too ugly. The other girls always made fun of my looks and I could not understand why. Maybe it was just me being cocky or confident, or just my perspective of beauty, I don't know. But I was expecting something grotesque, and although the bumps and bruises did not look grate, I could tell I wasn't as ugly as they made me out to be. I rolled over and master was not there, but then I sat up some more and saw him, stood in one of those fancy suits he seems to always wear. That is when I noticed that the t-shirt he had given me was ridden up around my waist and the way my legs were sprawled out, master could see everything. I quickly pulled the t-shirt down, trying not to blush at the fact I had shown my most intimate area to master in my sleep. Oh god, what else had I done? "Sorry master." I mumble as I got out of bed and stood as I would do when madam came in. "I don't want you to apologise. When we are in this room together I want you to relax with the whole master thing." I looked at him confused for a seconds, I was never told that something like that could happen. "Erm... What would I call you then?" I watched as he stiffened at that question. Crap. "I mean, I was raised to always call whoever bought me master, do I still do that in here?" Master walked over to me, his large frame swamping mine. "You can call me daddy." What? I knew I was staring at him, I tried to swallow as I blinked a few times. Daddy? Like daddy, daddy? I must admit the thought of calling him daddy, thinking that he was there to protect me, take care of me, it made my body feel all tingly. "Okay... daddy." I said in a small voice, not quite sure of myself. He brought up his hand and cupped my face, my reflexes making me lean into his warm touch. "Just in here though little girl, okay." I nodded, enjoying the feel of him hand on my face. It travelled down to my neck where he gave it a little squeeze, making my eyes snap to his. "Words!" "Yes daddy. Only in here." I confirmed I was listening, even though his touch did distract me. "Good girl." he praised, releasing my neck as his hand moved to my shoulder and his thumb drew small circles on my neck. "I want to give you a name, if that's okay? I don't like everyone always calling you K." Oh god, he wanted to give me a name, like a normal person, like a daddy would. I know I once did have a name, but I have been called K so long I can't remember what I was called before. "Yes daddy." I replied, my voice seeming more eager than I really want to show. I bit my lip, nervous at his reaction to my eagerness. His eyes moved down to my lip, his pupils dilating. "Kit'lin." he toyed, as his hand moved up my neck to my chin and he pulled my lip from my teeth. "What do you think about Kit'lin?" "I like it daddy." I smiled. I actually did really like it. It was edgy and different, and given to me by this man that seemed to have my head all fuzzy. He leaned down and my breath caught in my throat. His lips brushed against mine, quickly, briefly, but not quick enough for me not to release a pathetic whimpering sound. He pulled away, my lips tingling from the brief contact. "To me you will always be my little girl though." he said in a deep, lust filled voice. Oh god, if I had panties they would be soaking right now as between my legs started to weep uncontrollably. s**t, what did that mean? "I got you some clothes. See what you like and what fits and then you can have more." "You got me clothes?" I blurt out. "Well you could just go around in my t-shirt forever, but I don't want everyone staring at those legs of yours." he smirked. I quickly turn away because now I really am blushing. I headed over to the bags and picked them up to take into the bathroom. "Try them on in here." Daddy said as he plonked himself on the bed, undoing the button on his jacket. I placed the bags down and had a quick look through of what there was. There was underwear of different types and styles, workout pants and tank tops, skirts and vest tops. I grabbed a pair of boy short panties and pulled them on before take the t-shirt I had on off and strapping on a cotton bra. I grabbed a cute tank top and work out pants and pulled them on before turning to daddy and showing him, quite proud of how I looked. Daddy's eyes scanned up and down my body before he gave me a quick nod. "Good. Next." crap. He wanted me to try on all these outfits. I spent the next half an hour of so trying on the different clothes and underwear, trying to spend as little time naked as possible. I may not think that I am ugly, but that did not mean that I was ready to walk around in front of someone who looked like a Greek god. He was probably used to women that looked like C, skinny, perfect skin, no scars and legs that go on for days. Finally I pulled on the last outfit, a pleated tartan skirt and black top with some plain black boy shorts. I turned around and daddy smiled. "Good. Is that the last one?" "Yes daddy." I nodded and started to rifle through for a pair of work out pants to change in to. "Okay, let's head down for breakfast." he said standing up. "Just let me change in..." "No. That outfit will do." I took a moment, not used to wearing this sort of outfit and well aware from last night that this house seemed to be filled with guys who stared at me. "Come on little girl." he whispered. Oh god, when had he moved so close behind me. I had to suppress a shiver that threatened to run through me. I turned and nodded. "Yes daddy." he smiled and ran his hand down my cheek softly before we left and headed down. In my head I was reminding myself to call him master again. I had only just started to call him daddy, but in my head it felt right, like I was meant to call him that, so I would have to focus on not f*****g up. I didn't want to get him angry, not just because I thought that he would be terrifying, but also because of my need to please people. We went all the way downstairs and into a massive dining room, which was much bigger than the one at the orphanage. There were only twelve girls who are in the dinning hall back there, here there must have been at least twenty guys and I knew this was not everyone who lived here as I had heard voices around the house as we made our way here. I felt a lot of eyes turn and stare, I wasn't sure if it was at me or daddy, but I felt the need to hide. They stood and bowed their heads, waiting until daddy told them to continue with what they were doing. He walked over to an empty table at the head of the room, I wasn't quite sure what to do so I followed him. As he sat down I heard a voice behind me shout "K." I turned to see X sat at a table with Kristoff and the other two that came to get us yesterday. He waved me over, but as I took a step in his direction daddy said. "You will eat with me." I quickly turned back and nodded before saying. "Yes master." and taking a seat at the table. A few minutes later a guy came over with two plates of food, placing one in front of master and one in front of me. I thought if I called him master in my head it would be easier to not f**k up. The food smelled delicious, much better than any food I could remember having at the orphanage. There, the food was very basic and gave us the nutrition that we needed to help sustain us, definitely nothing like this. I took a bite of some of it and I groaned. Oh. My. God. It was fantastic. I dived in, eating with gusto as sounds kept coming from my mouth which was stuffed full of delicious goodness. Suddenly I remembered where I was. I looked up to see master staring at me, a small smile spread on his lips. I wiped my mouth in the back of my hand. "Sorry master." I muttered, glad my back was to the rest of the room so I did not have to see the strange looks they were probably giving me. "No need to apologise. Guess they didn't feed you like this at the orphanage." "No master." I continued to eat at a more sensible pace and made sure not to make anymore noises. I am sure I must have sounded like a snaffling pig, not the best first impression. "I need to train soon, if that is okay master?" He seemed to stiffen at that but then nodded. "Okay, but no fighting. You can do any other training needed and I will ask Deago to show you and X the equipment we have that you can use, but no fighting." He gave me a very stern look and I nodded. "Yes master." I had had enough fighting training over the past few days anyway and I would be glad for a break from it. I was excited to see the equipment that they had, if it was anything like the rest of this place, it would be impressive.
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