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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 7

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Darren awoke sometime later in a large plush bed. His clothes had been changed while he was unconscious and he now found himself dressed in a pair of cotton navy pajama bottoms and an old AD/DC shirt. The heavy, uncomfortable collar that had been placed around his neck earlier had also been replaced by a smaller, smooth, soft, light-weight patent leather collar complete with Sapphire studs arranged in a pattern. He felt woozy; his stomach churned and he felt like he was going to vomit. Thankfully, there was nothing in his stomach to begin with, a fact made painfully clear to him by the cramping pains he felt when he tried to move. He knew that if he didn’t escape quickly he may never get the chance.

The room was comfortable enough, but there were no windows, leading Darren to believe that he was indeed underground somewhere. There was very little lighting in the room as well, and Darren had no idea what time it was. He would have gone to check the door, and attempt an escape but, before he even had the chance to get himself to get up from bed, he heard the jiggling of the door knob as it was unlocked. A moment later, the blonde that had ‘purchased’ him entered the room, carrying with him a tray of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and juice. Darren found that he could not help salivating at the very sight of the food. The blonde was silent, shutting the door behind him as he entered the room, moving to Darren’s bedside with the tray.

“I’m glad to see you’re awake, you had me worried for a while.” He spoke gently, so as not to frighten Darren, setting the tray between them as he sat down.

“Are you hungry?” He asked next. Darren gave him an annoyed look. The man laughed softly, “Forgive me. Stupid question. I brought this for you.” He pushed the food closer to Darren, prompting him to eat. Darren gave him a skeptical look. The man read his mind.

“Don’t worry…I promise, it’s not drugged…. How do you feel?” He asked.

“Awful.” Darren groaned in response, raising a hand to rub at his temple. The man chuckled deeply again and Darren had to resist the urge to glare at him.

“You’re just going through a mild withdrawal from being doped up by the guards at William's… Don’t worry, it will pass soon enough… unless, you *want* me to give you another dose...?” Darren was quick to shake his head adamantly, “As I thought…eat…eat… you’ll feel better.”

Darren begrudgingly pulled the tray closer to him, on guard with the slave-owner in such close proximity. He tentatively began nibbling, all too aware of the man staring at him. His mind had not been all there when he was purchased, but he seemed to recall the auctioneer calling the blonde ‘Master Jones.’ He was young, which still surprised and disarmed Darren a little… but nevertheless, he was a threat.

“What’s your name, little one?” Jones prompted gently, as Darren drank his juice. Darren rolled his eyes; the questions never changed in this place. If this was the game he wanted to play then very well…Darren would play along…for the time being.

“I-I…I don’t have one. I am…wh-what you wish to call me.” He replied skillfully. Jones sighed.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I only want to know your name.” He asked again. Darren remained stubbornly silent, knowing that he was annoying the man, wondering how far he could take this before he pissed him off.

“Let’s start again, okay?” The man began again, keeping his voice calm, “My name is Daniel Jones, what’s yours?” His voice was tinged with frustration. Darren remained silent, finishing his eggs; he was growing tired of this game. Jones huffed.

“You don’t have to tell me. That’s fine.” Jones’ was angry now, “ If you really want to play that way, then you can call me Master. I’m sure I could come up with something particularly vile to call you… Hell, if you want I could even have you chained up, really make you feel like a dog…is that what you want?” Jones all but growled, obviously frustrated with Darren’s silence. Darren knew that, in his current state, he would be powerless to stop the blonde from doing just that if he wished. Darren looked away from the man then, a single real tear slipping down his cheek before he could stop it. His stomach churned.

‘Oh no,’ He thought, clutching his stomach, leaning forward over the side of the bed. In the next second his breakfast was emptied from his stomach onto the floor. The man waited patiently as he wretched, wiping his mouth as he straightened back up, miserable and humiliated, eyes shimmering. The blonde sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Look, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just…I can’t help you if you wont cooperate with me…and I can’t talk to you very well if I don’t even know your name.” He coaxed, looking at Darren intently. Darren sighed, looking down.

“…Darren…” He mumbled. And then, a little louder, “My name is Darren.” The blonde smiled softly.

“Nice to meet you, Darren. I’m Daniel.” The man introduced himself again. Darren scoffed, angry.

“Funny, I thought your name was Master!” Darren snapped, before he could stop himself, readying himself for the slap that was sure to come for such a smart-ass comment. It never did.

“I told you. I don’t want to play that game with you. My name is Daniel, and your name is Darren. I know this is difficult for you, but you happen to be living with me for a while, I don’t want you to think about any of the complexities of this situation.

“If I’m just your guest then why do I have this around my neck?!” Darren asked, gesturing to the collar he was wearing. Daniel rubbed the back of his head tiredly.

“It’s an archaic symbol, I know. And you may remove it if you wish…but I would advise against it. The arrangement of the studs is a symbol of my house to other masters in the territory. It’s…a form of protection for you. As long as you’re wearing that, no one else will think about touching you for fear of my wrath.” Daniel explained. Darren rubbed the collar, annoyed, but making no move to remove it. Daniel regarded Darren with interest for a long moment before laughing softly. Darren raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“It’s funny…” Daniel explained, “The auctioneer claimed you were a natural submissive… but I don’t think so. You have this quiet insolence about you. You don’t even seem to be that well-trained, and you haven’t bothered to refer to me as Sir, once.” Darren cursed himself, he was slipping, all the panic and anger and fear, caused by his mission going so horribly awry, was getting to him and he was having difficulty keeping up the façade. He needed to fix that immediately. He lowered his gaze submissively and spoke softly.

“I…I-I’m sorry, Sir…” He apologized, slipping back into character so as not to arouse any more suspicion.

“Oh no! No, please don’t apologize. It’s…refreshing, to say the least. I’m glad I don’t have to spend time…de-programming you or anything.” Darren gave the man a confused look, still frightened, and angry.

“Wh-what do you want from me?” Darren asked again, looking up to examine Daniel’s facial features, wondering just what the man’s game was. Daniel smiled at him, shrugging indifferently, his answer surprising Darren.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Darren repeated, to make sure he’d heard right.

“Yes. Nothing…I just want to help you.” Daniel smiled. Darren leaned back in his bed, now utterly confused.

“Y-you…hit me…earlier, I mean.” Darren murmured, as a way to rebuke Daniel’s announcement without sounding too defiant. Daniel looked down guiltily.

“At the auction house, you mean…” He admitted, “I know, and I’m sorry. You have to understand…I have a bit of a reputation to uphold…if the others saw me treat you with anything but disdain than neither of us would fare very well… do you understand?” Darren looked at him curiously and nodded slowly. Daniel smiled at him reassuringly and insisted that he rest. Darren didn’t have to be told twice…he still felt pretty exhausted....
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