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you sat on your stairs eating more cereal. you chewed slowly and watched your new Russian squirm in his ropes. "is this really necessary my Kukla?" he asked nervously and struggled in the ropes you had him tied it while he was sitting in one of your nice kitchen chairs.

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you say slowly.

he chuckled a little and shook his head, "you would let me call you it if you know what it meant." he said with a smile on his face.

"well, that really is a possibility. but the thing is that you won't tell me what it means."

"you are right about that Kukla." he smiled again but after a second it pulled down into a frown, "i don't think i like this game. when will you be in the ropes?"

"like i said before; this is not a game. i really have you tied up and i'm really not going to let you out." you state and wave your spoon at him.

"i don't like your rules." he said sadly and looked at the floor.

you sighed and stood up, no need for you to be around all this negativity if it was just going to add stress to you and make you stress eat. you took the stairs up to your room and pulled out your handy-dandy laptop to search the company that sent you the... man child.

after many long minutes of searching, you found nothing. it was if the company had never existed in the first place and i was all in your head. but the man you had tied up downstairs and the mess you made while wrestling him into those ropes were proof enough that you were at least slightly not crazy. but that didn't make you feel better.

you set your lap top aside and lay down on your soft bed and sigh loudly. your hands come down and touch your stomach lightly. you think back to when he had his hands on it, it wasn't something harsh or hurtful. it was kinda warm and tickled.

"'little ones' hmm?" you sigh and rub the spot on your belly, "part of me wishes that were true... then i would be fat for a reason."

you stay like that in your own pity party for a while until you hear big footsteps come up the stairs and a mop of blond hair and two purple eyes peek in at you, "Kukla, i want to go shopping." he smiled.

you screamed and fell off the bed.

"w-what!? i had you bound and gagged!" you scream and back up.

"i wasn't gagged?" he raises and eyebrow at you and comes closer, "maybe later but you have to earn that. and i didn't like that game so i didn't want to play it anymore." he shrugs and helps you back to your feet.

"oh please don't tell me you could have gotten out anytime you wanted." you whimper and put your head down in shame.

"well... you're terrible at tying knots and i thought that you would need someone to get you out of your head." he smiled a little and for a second... maybe you didn't hate him completely...

"wait, shopping?" you ask and he nods, "why in the world is that your go to activity?" you scoff.

he shrugs again and looks off to the side, "i thought it would be good to get to know each other like that.. because you seem really against being one right now." he rubbed the back of his head and looked down at you. in a second he was carrying you and walking you out of your house.

"Russian man. i don't want to go shopping. my bed is so much better." you whine and fall back in his arms.

he sighs and sets you back down on your feet, he holds your shoulders so your facing him and brings his face close to you, "please? it's my only wish."

"i hate you."