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Andrew slowly crawled around the kitchen table, over to the door. It didn't matter if the door was locked or not, because Rowan had powerful wards in place. He was too weak to get through, and he knew it. Plus, Rowan would know if he touched the windows or doors at all. He moved more, going about his business quietly, nervous in spite of the fact that Rowan wasn't home.

He was a weak angel, and he was young. He hadn't deserved any of this…he shook his head, moving over to one of the smaller cabinets. He wasn't locked in his room like usual…so he was taking advantage of this.

He never got to eat lunch, because he was usually locked away. He lived on two meals a day…but he was careful. He took only a few things from each box, not even caring what food was in it, just eating. He was careful, moving slowly to put each thing back exactly the way it was, and leaving no crumbs, licking them off the floor.

When he felt full, he slowly crawled over to the closet, sitting up on his knees so he could open the door. He moved softly, his eyes watering as he pulled out a blanket, wrapping himself in it tightly. It had been so long…so long…

He broke down into tears again as he snuggled into the blanket, holding it against his naked and abused body. He didn't have a bed. He didn't have a pillow. But now…now he had a blanket. It had been years since he had a blanket. He shut the cabinet door, and he crawled downstairs. He sat in the corner of his room, holding the blanket against his body, nuzzling it and wrapping himself in it, shaking.

After a few hours, he finally moved out of the warm blanket, fighting back tears again as he folded it into as small a corner as he could, pushing it into the corner.

It stood out like a sore thumb. The only thing in his white, tiled 'room' were sex toys. Hanging on the walls, or just sitting out on the clean floor. He sobbed softly, lightly stroking the fabric. Maybe…maybe Rowan would let him keep it.
He turned and crawled back upstairs, curling up on the carpet by the door and waiting for his master to get back home.

Andrew had fallen asleep by the door, nestled into the warm carpet as Rowan came home.

Rowan stepped over the other, ignoring him as he went into the kitchen, getting out a bottle of red wine and pouring himself a glass. He went over, and sank into a chair in the living room. "Come." He growled at Andrew.

Andrew had woken up to the sound of the door, and he slowly crawled over to Rowan, his head near the others crotch. He didn't ask what the other wanted, he just waited until Rowan told him.

Rowan took a sip of his wine, looking down at Andrew. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, looking down at Andrew.

Andrew swallowed hard, sinking down against the carpet. "N-no master…" He whispered, his voice shaking.

Rowan's eyes moved slowly, his fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the chair. He leaned down, so he was towering over Andrew. "I know everything you do angel. From when you take a piss, to when you steal food from my cabinets." He whispered, and he dumped the wine over top of Andrew's head. "No food for a week."

Andrew let out a chocked sob as Rowan leaned over him. No, no! He shook as the wine drenched his hair, dripping down his face. "Master please…" He whispered, shaking. He was immortal…but not having food for a week was going to hurt. Hurt bad. "Please!" He whimpered.

"Get out of my sight. I'll be down to punish you later." Rowan spat, his eyes dark.
Andrew sobbed and slowly moved down the stairs. His hair was soaked with wine and he sobbed as he curled up in his corner with his blanket. At least he still had the blanket. He wrapped himself in it, curling it to his body as he shook and sobbed. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

Rowan let the other stew in that for a few hours. He cleaned up and did some paper work, and went down stairs…seeing Andrew wrapped up in one of his blankets. He smiled.

Andrew had fallen asleep, the wine staining his hair as he lay, curled tightly in the blanket. He was woken up to Rowan ripping the blanket off of his body. He cried out as he fell against the ground, his eyes wide. "N-no…" He whimpered.

Rowan tore the blanket to shreds, and took the scraps with him. All of them but one. He tore a small square of it off, and left it in the room with Andrew, taking the rest upstairs and throwing it away, locking Andrew in the room for the night.

Andrew sobbed as he watched, reaching out and grabbing the small square, clutching it in his hand as he spent another night crying himself to sleep.