Zombies and Zarazel

Joan had completely forgot about the plug in his ass. In fact, she hadn't even thought about it while he was fucking her yesterday. "You should have said something." She grumbled. She stood up, then stood him up, turning him around and bending him over, pressing a few buttons and then pulling it out. She shoved it into his hands and then sat back down, starting to eat her breakfast. She would've taken it out had she not been too busy thinking about how well he fucked and the fact that she would have to let him go one day.

She barely even flinched as he spoke to her. It almost seemed like she had fallen back asleep expect for the fact that she was eating. "Sure, you can have some clothes now." She said, though she didn't get up. She just continued eating until she finished. She got up and instead of getting him clothes she went into the kitchen and made some coffee. After pouring herself a cup and making it how she liked it, she went back upstairs, getting a set of pajamas and bringing them back down to him. She didn't care that they were pajamas and not normal clothes, he would just have to deal with it.

He groaned as he was made to bend over the table and the feeling of having it taken out of his ass was rewarding. He smiled as he finished eating and grabbed his plate with her empty plate and started to clean it. He looked at her and sighed at the look of the pajamas, they were not clothes but at least he was covered with something, placing the pajamas on he looked at her and smiled, "Thanks". He looked at smirked knowing he would have the entire day to figure out how to escape since she would be at the university. He smiled and showed the towel that he placed on the bathroom. "Why don't you take a bath while I fix your clothing so you can go to class". He smirked and went to her room taking a shirt and pants ironing them and placing them hanging from the door. He then fixed her bed up and started to clean her room as he waited for her to finish on the bathroom, since he had seen her naked he did not thought she would mind him being on the room while she dressed.

Joan smirked sleepily as he frowned at the pajamas. She didn't know he would dislike them that much. maybe next time he should be more specific as to what 'clothes' he wanted. She continued sitting at the table, sipping her coffee until he was done with the dishes. She was starting to get very suspecious of hi and why he was being so nice all of a sudden. She was sure he was just trying to get out of the house so he could find some way to escape. She took the towel. "Sure, I'll take a shower, but I don't have class today..." she said, still quiet sleepy. "Maybe a shower will wake me up..." she mumbled to herself as she walked past him. She got out of the shower exactly as she did yesterday completely naked, but this time she had her towel just draped over her head. Despite the fact it didn't seem she could see at all, she walkedperfectly through her house, going to her room and instead of getting dressed, she just laid down on her bed. Nope. She was definitely not a morning person.

He sighed and looked down, she did not had any classes today so his plan for today was screwed. He picked up the clothes and placed them on her closet again. He sighed and went to the kitchen and began to take inventory, he would need some stuff for dinner so he made a list and walked back to her room, "I did some inventory, we need some things for dinner, here is the list". He sighed and walked back out, finishing with her clothes he placed them away and looked at her sitting on the bed besides her, "What are your plans for today?". He would need to be as easygoing with her as possible if he wanted her to trust him. Grabbing gently one of her foot he started to massage her feet to try to get on her good side. He then picked up the other foot doing the same.

Joan smiled as he seemed a bit crushed. She was sure he was going to try and escape, she just didn't know hw he intented to do it. Unless he busted a hole through the wall (Which was highly unlikely) he wouldn't be able to escape. She was laying on her bed, sprawled out and grinning when he walked back in. She only nodded at the list, taking it and putting it on the bedside table. "Well it looks like I'll be going to th store at some point. I'll probably run a few errands while I'm out. But other than that, I have no idea. I'll probably think of something." She said smiling at him. She smiled a bit as he started massageine her feet, but it quickly turned into a giggle and then full on laughter as she quickly pulled her foot out of his grip. She was horribly ticklish, and she kind of hated that he now knew it. She was kind of afraid that he would use it against her, but for some reason she doubted it. She wouldn't punish him for tickling her, though she was sure thats what he thought she would do.

He was surprised that she took her feet off, but he soon discovered why. He made it look like he did not understood but he did too well, "you don't like masages? okay". He did not acted different on that knowledge he would use it later to her advantage. He sighed and stood up, "I will continue cleaning", he needed to find the same stuff she used to knock him out, and he needed to find it fast. He looked around in the medicine gabinet and all around the house. When he was about to give up he found a bottle in a trash can, it still had a little bit of liquid in it so he could use it in a small cloth. He placed the bottle on a location he only knew about and continued his cleaning.

After having the house clean he sighed and looked at the time, "dinner time". He grinned and started making dinner, his eyes and mind focusing on making food, he would do his move tonight and he needed to take the collar off tonight. He started making dinner and soon enough had it done, "dinner time" he yelled at her as he served her the plate of food. He walked to where he had hidden the bottle and placed the last bit on a cloth placing it on his pocket he went back and started eating with her.

Joan just frowned upon him as he assumed she didn't like his massage. There was no way he didn't know that she was horribly ticklish. He must've just been good at hiding it. She would have to be extra on her guard tonight. She nodded as he said he would continue cleaning, and watching him leave out of the room. She sighed, relaxing for a moment. She knew he was plotting every second he could, but she just didn't know how far he would get with said plots. Through out the day Joan continued to laze about the house, still refusing to get dressed, but eventually she did and went out, running errands and getting the food on his list. She would have just made him go, but he would just run away and that would be no fun.

She got home just in time for him to start cooking dinner. The same thing as last night happened, she layed on the couch until he had dinner ready and then ate after he brought it to her. But this time he ate with her. She didn't know why, but she had a very bad feeling about that. She kept glancing up at him, making sure he didn't try anything. She was definitely on guard, not knowing what he had planned while she was gone. She would have ot be away from the house as little as possible until she could trust him. The problem was that she didn't know how long that would take and she still had to go to school, which would take quite a bit of time out of her days.

He picked up her plate yawning a bit,"done?". He tried to act as normal as possible in front of her, he was a good actor as he acted just the same as the other day. Washing the dishes he walked out of her sight and into the washer, his boxers should already be dried and clean. Smirking he went back without saying any words and grabbed her from behind placing the cloth over her mouth and nose making her unconcious. If his plan would not work then he would be in a hell lot of trouble maybe even treated more like a dog than a person knowing her. Shaking off that thinking he carried her to the same room she tied him in and tied her the same fashion. Smirking he now waited with a feather in hand and humming a oriental song he knew.

Joan nodded as he asked if she was done, letting him tke her plate. After he left the room she relaxed a bit, when he wasn't around her, she could finally do that. She smiled, flipping on the TV, just to distract herself a bit from her own thoughts. Too bad it distracted her a bit too much because she let her guard down enough to where he could sneak up on her and knock her out. She was surprisingly light as he carried her up to her room. After a while, she slowly awoke, not realizing she was tied down until she tried to get up to swing at him. She struggled a bit. "You bastard, let me go!" She screamed at him, still trying to get up. She moved violently as she tried to get free, seemingly not caring the damage she was doing to her wrists. This was not ok and when she got free, she was going to punish this boy greatly.

He shook his head and smirked, "first of all, stop your hurting your wrists. I am not doing to you what you did to me, humiliated me, and made me your servant I don't want you hurt". He groaned as he pressed her hands down to the bed, "Second we gotta talk, not yell I am not going to let you out until I get some answers so better stay still, first of all, why did you want me to be your servant? I know I am new at the school but I would gladly would be your friend if you talked to me, God I don't judge for looks you know that". Shaking his head he sighed, "you are dressed, I had not taken advantage of you, please just lay still and calm down I will let you out as soon as you answers some questions". Standing up he looked at her and sighed, "you know something? you captured me without even realizing the damage you did, not to me but to my family. Did you knew I had a father who had brain damage? I am the only one that could take care of him, he must be dead now since he usually goes to the street without even realizing it. My mother is working like hell to give me a future, did you think of her? no only you you you". He was clearly not well, "I am asking you this, remove the collar and let me out, if you want me to stay and help you I will, but as roomates not as your maid. And yes you did something last night that left me begging for more, I might even let you be my mistress, but please just let me go I want to make sure he is alright, you can even come with me". He sat besides her looking to the door, "if you won't do it, I will kill myself, I don't want to be kept against my will in this place, as I told you I will be your slave but with that condition".

Joan glared at him as he told her to stop hurting herself. She continued thrashing for a moment before she slowly started to calm down and look at the situation. She only calmed down though because he was now holding her still so she kind of had no choice. She sighed as he asked why she chose him. He already knew that. "I'm surprised you havn't realized it by now, but I have to be in control. I was getting bored and I liked you." She said pretty matter of factly. She didn't know why he talked so much. He was too complicated. He just needed to get to point. She always did. She nodded her head stubbornly. "Fine I'll answer anything." She said, rolling her eyes. She would keep true to her word though. Joan looked at him oddly as he mentioned family. She was a bit confused by that. "Wait wait... I did research on you, it never said anyhtng like that..." She said, not quite sure how to respond to that. She sat there in silence as he spoke of his father and mother, still not sure what to say. Even after he finished she stayed silent for a while, thinking things over. After a long silence she finall spoke. "Fine." She said simply. "I'll let you go, but I'm coming with you to make sure you're not lying to me." She said, now waiting for him to let her go. She didn't have a black heart, she wouldn't keep him hear after hearing something like that. "And if you're lying to me, I'll make your life hell." She said, and she really could. She already had two ways of black mailing him that he probably didn't even know about. She liked that idea of having a slave that would help her willingly, though she could still boss him around. It could prove to be very entertaining.

He nodded and stood up walking to the first aid cabinet and getting some stuff. After he came back he let her go and grabbed one of her hand starting to heal her hands as best as he could, "you made a mess of your hand mistress, now that it's done please unlock the collar, I swear to my life I won't run". He sighed as he turned his back to her and felt her release his collar, "thank you, now if y ou wish mistress get dressed and get me something to wear, I need to go home to see how my father is". After getting some clothes he got dressed and smiled, "Thank you, trully now let's hurry he lives near". With that he exited the room and waited for her at the entrance of her appartment.

Joan sighed as he left, if he was in sch a hurry why would he take the time to bandage up her wrists? She wasn't somplaining though, she did think it was nice. "T-thanks..." She said kind of akwardly. She wasn't used to people doing nice things for her. She nodded as he said they both needed clothes, well, he was the one that really did, she just needed a new shirt. She went to her closet, opening it up and stepped out of th way, sheowing him a large collection of both men's and woman's clothing. "Grab what yo want." She said, pulling off her shirt and grabbing a tanktop and then a slightly baggy jacket to go over it. "It's a bit cold outside, you might want a coat." She said softly. That was pretty much her way of being nice. She looked over at him, meeting him downstairs at the door, which she had locked from the inside. She reached inside her bra, getting the key and unlocked the door, going to and locking it back. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "If we're in a hurry, why not take a car?" she asked pointing to her garage. It was definitely a logical idea in her mind, even if he did live close.

He shook his head, "by the time we get to the car and start it plust go out on this snow we would already be there by walking". He said as he hurried over the end of the appartment building looking around he pointed at the appartment building in front, "there, he lives on the first floor, that is why I am so worried". He shook his head and started to run in the building, after like two minutes of walking they reached the appartment, he looked around and went for the person on the desk, "Excuse me, I am looking for Mr.William Anzaker, I lost the key I am his son".

The woman looked down and took a deep breath, "I am sorry mister, he was taken to the hospital and the policed informed me he died in there, he should still be in there if y ou want to go see him". His face went cold and he had to sit up on a near chair, taking a deep breath he looked at her seriously, "see? exactly what I told you, he went outside on this coldness with a simple shirt, the cold killed him...". He looked to the ceiling and smiled, "at least he is not suffering anymore, my mother should be fine although worried but fine". Standing up he starts to walk out of the building and waited for her, "I would appriciate if you can get me to the hospital, I want to say the final goodbye".

Joan nodded as he explained why the car would be too slow. She followed him quickly. He really wasn't lying about this, that was good, but she didn't know how he could stay so calm. When she arrived at the hospital because her parents were there she was a complete mess. She didn't know what to do as he spoke to the person at the desk. She just stood there, wondering what was going to happen. She deffinitely didn't have a good feeling about this. And she was right as she heard what the woman was saying.

Joan looked at the floor as the other woman spoke. She knew it was her fault, and she knew she should feel bad, and she did. It was the first time she had felt bad since her parents died. Joan didn't say a thing when she heard the news. She just stood there, looking at the ground. She didn't look at him as he spoke to her, only nodded a bit, letting her hair fall in front of her face. She nodded as he asked if she would take him to the hospital. She walked back to her house, assuming he'd follow and if he did, she opened the garage, getting in her car and waiting for him to follow suit. She drove him to the hospital, not saying a word the entire drive. She got out and walked him into the lobby, but waited there for him. While he was seeing his dad she wrote him a note. It read;
Dear Jonathan,
I'm sorry I killed your father. I will leave you alone now. Please don't come back to my house.
~Sam.
Deep down she wished he wouldn't listen to the note, but she knew if he did she would end up bossing him around more. She gave the note to the receptionist and told her to give it to him when he came out. She then left, going back home and sat in her car, in the garage, thinking about the past two days.

Not wanting to speak he sat on the car while she drove to the hospital. Taking a deep breath he got off the car and hurried to the desk,and asked to see his father, he said a lie as a excuse for not being there when he died and they believed him. After the doctor escorted him to the morgue he looked at the body of his father. The doctor left him alone. He grebbed his fathers hand and smiled " old man...enjoy heaven". Taking a deep breath he left the room and went back to the hallway only to not see the girl, as he was handed the letter he sighed and smiled, she did not knew and she felt responsible. He smiled and said to himself " silly girl, I made you a promise". Smiling he left and soon was on the door of the girl knocking, " open up, im freezing here mistress", he smirked as he waited for her to open up.

Joan was laying on the couch when he finaly arived at her house. She sighed as she heard him knocking. "Just go away, I've already ruined your life enough..." She yelled at the door. Little did he know it was easy to break into her house, just not so easy to get out of. She had made it so that he wouldn't be able to escape, she hadn't thought about anyone breaking in. She just sighed, laying back on the couch and closing her eyes. She had already decided she was just going to sleep and forget about all of this. Even if she was starting to like him, she had killed his father so it wouldn't matter anyways. She still wasn't sure why he called her mistress, she hadn't even asked him to call her that. He better not call her that at school, that would be so embarassing.

He sighed and kept knocking, "I made a promise, I promised you that I would not go away, and I am a man that keeps my promise". He smiled and sat in the floor at the other way, "I am not going away, I am going to sit here until you open up". He sighed and rested his back on the wall besides the door. He knew she would not open right away so he would have to stay out there even if that meant sleeping in the cold. He was not the type of person that brakes any promises, soon he fell asleep on the floor at the other way.

Joan sighed as she heard what he said. He really wasn't going to leave her alone was he. She waited about an hour then peeked out the peephole in her front door. She didn't see anyone and she smiled a bit to herself. Maybe he went home. She then opened the door to go get the mail and hit him in the back. She didn't hit him hard, but it was enough to hurt a bit. She gasped, seeing him laying on the ground. "What's wrong with you?! Do you want t freeze to death?!" She yelled at him, quickly pulling him inside. She sighed, looking at him for a moment. "Hold on..." She said, running outside and getting the mail quickly before returning back inside. She didn't know what to think about this. He really wanted to stay with her, but she didn't know if that would be a good idea.

He groaned as the door hit him in the back. Looking at her he smiled, " I... I made a promise". Somehow he was very cold and could not move much. With her help he slowly came to and walked the few steps to her house only to faint near the couch. He drifted off to dreamworld where he was still with his father living the life of a maid of sorts by taking care of him. Now he was gone and he had more liberties in term of what to do with his life.

His body was cold, the clothes were wet and he was slowly slipping in and out of concoisness. He was the type of men that respected promises made by him and others. He promised her he was not going to leave and he was going to keep that promise.

Joan came in and looked at him laying near the couch and sighed. "You couldn't even make it to the couch..." She mumbled to herself. She kneeled down, stripping him of his clothing then picked him up, managing to get him on the couch. "You're more trouble than you're worth..." She mumbled, pretty sure he wouldn't be able ot hear her. She went up to her room, getting a blanket off her bed and came back down. She curled up next to him, wrapping the blanket around them and cuddling up next to him. She shivered at first, he was pretty cold but she was sure he'd be fine. "I don't know what you why and die on my front proch..." She said to him, before falling asleep. She didn't dream, she only saw black as time sped by.

The next day he woke up only to find himself naked and she behind him. He smiled and slowly got out of the couch walking to the kitche and starting making breakfest. He was doing what he did the last couple of days. He soon had breakfest ready and woke her up with the scent of coffe near her. If she trully wanted him out he would go, but he had to at least keep his promise.

Joan groaned, waking the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. She rubbed her eyes a bit, noticing she was on the couch but he was no longer there. She sighed, getting up and going into the kitchn here she fixed ehr tocoffee how she liked it, turning to see him cooking. "You're still here?" she asked, a bit surprised he hadn't left. "Mmk, that's fine." She said, going and sitting at the table. She wasn't going to say anyhting about what had happened yesterday. She thought it would be too akward, at least for her it would be. She sighed, sipping her coffee. She was kind of glad he hadn't left.

He smiled and looked at her, "morning, and yes im still here, I made you a promise that I would be your slave and I plan to keep that promise". Takes ou the collar and place it on, " I am a person that I keep my promise, now if you still want me place the code and make me yours, if not remove the collar and let me free. I have nothing else to live for, and I eant to serve you and protect you". He smiled as he knelt his back facing her, the code button was there as the switch to release, he looked down and waited to make her decision. He smiled and took a deep breath, the tension could be cut with a knife".

Joan smiled a bit as he said he intended to keep his promise. She didn't know why he wanted to stay, but she was perfectly fine with him doing so. As he gave her the options she couldn't help but laugh a bit. Then she just tuned and left. She was gone for a moment, but soon came back, taking the collar off of him. She paused a moment before strapping a plain black leather collar around his neck. "There you go." She said, smiling down at him. Now he could still be hers and still leave the house and such. "Besides, with the other collar if you tried to wash the windows you would die." She said, smirking at him. It was obvious she wanted him to stay, she just wouldn't tell him. She also wanted him to have a bit more freedom than being confined to the house, but only a bit.