(just adding a few to @starrywhump 's great list :D)

-don't sit on any of the furniture

-always get up at x time and prepare my breakfast silently

-don't to speak to anyone without my permission, don't lie and always be respectful

-don't flinch, or move away from my hand

-don't touch the telephone

-nothing in the house is yours, don't touch anything I've not given you permission to touch

-you will wear what I give you, any clothes are a privilege

-only take your collar off to shower, you belong to me and mustn't forget that

~that's all I've got at the moment, hope it inspires someone :))

Andreas & Victoras 1 - Stained

Some guests were smiling, watching the scene unfold. Others didn't even pay them any attention. Andreas' Master was looking down at him, expressionless.

"Andrea," he said, and the young slave's breath hitched.

He knew that tone. A declaration of his punishment was going to follow. He was going to be punished by this master for the first time, and it was only his second day serving him. Andreas could not breathe.

"You know what you did wrong, yes?"

Andreas forced himself to nod. "Y- Yes, Master."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I b- b- broke... your glass... a- and spilled your... d- drink."

A simple, single order he had been given. His master's first order. Fetch me a drink. And Andreas had somehow managed to mess it up. Useless. Now his master's pretty clothes had been ruined, completely ruined, stained and dripping with wine. Useless!

"Correct. And what punishment do you deserve for that, Andrea?"

Andreas took a deep breath, then another. Somehow, he managed to form the words. "Th- Thirty lashes, M- Master."

Out of the corner of his eye, Andreas saw his master's eyes widen a fraction. He was back to wearing that stern expression before the slave could even be sure of what he'd seen.

"Forty," the master said after a beat. All eyes were on them now. "And another five for picking a time when I really don't feel like dealing with you." Andreas heard a few snickers from the gathering crowd. A thought crossed his mind, I'm scared.

"Come on," the master said impatiently and grabbed Andreas' bicep, roughly forcing him to his feet. "Get up, slave!"

Andreas stood, unsteadily. His stomach had filled with dread, cold and aching. He staggered behind his master as he dragged Andreas out of the crowded ballroom.

By the time they'd arrived at Master's room, Andreas' sight was blurry with tears and the only thing he could hear over the ringing of his ears was his own panicked heartbeat. His mind had gone silent.

Once they were inside, the master locked the door, and only then did he let go of Andreas' arm. It hurt because of how painfully he had been grabbed, but Andreas knew it was nothing compared to what was coming.

When his master said nothing, Andreas started unbuttoning his shirt. It was a beautiful shirt, clean and pure white, better than he had ever been given before coming here. There was a big, red stain on it now, to match the one on his master's royal outfit. Ruined, both of them.

Andreas didn't think he would ever be allowed such pretty clothes again. They had been too nice for him, anyway. Still, it hurt a bit to take it off, for the first and last time.

His master looked at him, then nodded to himself and disappeared in the other room. No doubt to fetch a whip, or perhaps something to keep the floor from being stained with Andreas' blood.

Andreas didn't know why his master wanted to punish his slave in his own room, and risk dirtying the things he owned that actually proved useful once in a while, but it was his choice, and Andreas was in no position to question it.

His master returned a couple minutes later, his clothes changed and holding something white. Andreas forced himself to look. It was... a shirt, he realized, identical to the ruined one the slave was holding. It looked way too small for his master's broad shoulders.

The master moved closer, and Andreas flinched. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and made sure to keep his head down, unable to keep a certain thought from his head. I am going to faint before forty. He wasn't sure if the knowledge made him frightened or relieved.

"You don't have to do that," his master's voice came from somewhere above him. "Here." He offered the clean shirt to a very confused Andreas, exchanging it with the one the slave was already holding. "Get dressed. You'll catch a cold."

"Master?" Andreas whispered, and he didn't know what was going on, or why he was crying now. All he knew was that it should've started by now.

"Remember what I said yesterday?" his master asked, and his voice was not unkind. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone."

"S- Sir Victora," Andreas muttered.

"Just 'Victoras' is fine. Just be careful not to accidentally call me that in public, or we'll have to do this whole thing again..." He sounded almost apologetic.

"S- Sir, I... I don't understand," Andreas whispered weakly. "The punishment..."

Victoras looked at him with sorrowful eyes. "I am not going to punish you, Andrea. Besides, it was just an accident. I am not mad at you."

"B- But... you said... f- forty f- five..."

"I'm sorry I scared you," Victoras said, shaking his head. "I had to say those things while we were being observed. None of it was true."

Andreas was crying with relief, but also frustration. He did not understand. "R- Really?"

"Of course."

I will not be punished? I can wear beautiful clothes again? Even if I'm useless?

Why?

"Come, get dressed," Victoras said, smiling faintly. "You look pale... Would you like something to eat? I'll have a servant fetch something from the buffet for you."

"Th- Thank you," Andreas sobbed.

Victoras hesitated briefly, then lightly patted Andreas' back.

"It's going to be alright, Andrea." He paused briefly, then continued, "Why don't you get some rest?"

The confused thoughts in Andreas' head died out before he could think to voice them, and he was more than happy to comply.

OH OH OH fksjsgsjdhsg pls READ THIS RIGHT NOW woahhh baby Andreas honeyyyy :'( I have all the feels <3

Whumptober: Secret Injury

I may or may not have (I definitely did) gotten a little carried away with this one. 

Gareth came down into the basement where Leroy was chained up. Leroy mentally kicked himself for calling him Gareth, he was only to refer to him as Master and nothing else, he’d been taught. 

Master looked troubled when he came down, practically limping before he stopped in front of Leroy. 

“Are you alright?” Leroy asked “I mean you don’t look okay.” 

“I’m fine” Master snapped, wincing at the words. Leroy nodded, he wasn’t sure he believed him, but he also wasn’t sure if he should sympathize with him, after all this vampire had kidnapped him. 

“What do you want from me” Leroy ventured, standing up and walking as far as the chain would allow him too. 

“You’re coming up with me,” he said. 

“You’re taking me upstairs?” Leroy questioned. Gareth, Master didn’t say anything, instead just closed the gap and pulled out the key, starting to unlock the chains. 

“If you try anything, you will regret it, now let’s go” Master said, gripping onto Leroy’s shoulder to guide him upstairs and out of the basement, although it felt to Leroy more like he was being used for support instead of being guided. 

“You sure you’re okay” Leroy asked. 

“Be quiet” Master said, his grip tightening. Leroy nodded, not wanting to get punished. He allowed himself to be guided up the stairs. 

They came up near the living room, which is where he was brought before he could see any of the other rooms. The room itself was simple, but Leroy wasn’t really focusing on that, his eyes found the bloodied towel and bandages. He started to question but decided that would not be in his best interest and closed his mouth again. 

“Stay down” Master said, pushing down on Leroy’s shoulder, forcing him down to his knees. 

“What do you want?” Leroy asked, starting to shift on his knees, to follow Master as he’d started walking out of Leroy’s line of sight. 

“Don’t move” Master said harshly and Leroy stopped moving, he was scared he was going to be hurt from behind, and wanted to keep his master in his line of sight. 

The thud caused him to jump and Leroy tensed up, waiting for his Master to say something. This had to be a test to see if he would turn around, even after being told he wouldn’t. 

Finally after several seconds of silence, Leroy couldn’t take it anymore and turned around. His Master was on the floor, breathing ragged, like it was a struggle to get air. 

“Master?” Leroy questioned, getting up and going to him, dropping down beside him. 

“Are you okay?” Leroy shook him lightly but didn’t get a response. He looked up quickly to the front door, he could leave, get out and move, never have to worry about being in this awful place again. But he’d been told if he did anything he’d regret it, and he wasn’t sure if this was being faked or not, it could be a test. So he pulled up Master’s shirt and saw the injuries, his side had been stitched shut, but even Leroy could tell it was done carelessly and in a hurry. His sides and what Leroy could assume was his back as well were covered in burn marks. 

This wasn’t a test and Leroy looked back up to the front door, as much as he wanted freedom, he did feel bad for him and cursed himself for deciding to help him. 

“What the hell happened to you” Leroy said under his breath, before starting to pick him up. His master groaned and started to gain consciousness again. Leroy panicked, he didn’t want him to wake up, he’d be mad and hurt Leroy. Leroy dropped him down on the couch quickly.

The action caused him to wake fully and he sat up with a wince of pain, grabbing at his side. Leroy dropped down to his knees in front of him. 

“What do you think you’re doing” Master said, an edge to his voice. 

“You’re hurt, you passed out, I’m trying to help,” Leroy said. Master let his head fall back on the couch. 

“You can’t help me” 

“Is there someone I can call, someone who can fix your stitches?” 

“I don’t trust you with a phone” Master snapped. Leroy looked up at the front door. 

“I could walk out and you wouldn’t be able to do anything, let me help you” Leroy stated. 

“It’s in the kitchen, just bring it” Leroy nodded and got up, going to grab his phone. It was sitting on the counter and he came back with it no problem. 

Master was unconscious again, and Leroy walked over shaking him. 

“Who do I call?” Leroy asked. He didn’t receive an answer so just opened the phone going to the favorites. There was only one name there, so he assumed that’s who he’d be calling. 

The line only rang for a few seconds before the person picked up. 

“What the hell do you want” the voice said harshly. 

“I’m sorry to bother you” Leroy started but was cut off. 

“Who are you?” 

“Master, I’m sorry, Gareth. He’s, he’s hurt. I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t help him and he passed out before he could call someone, you were the only name in the favorites so I called you. Can you help?”

The voice on the other side laughed “I don’t think he’s going to like that you called me, but yeah I’ll come help” 

“Thank you” Leroy said and then the person on the other side hung up. Leroy set the phone down, not wanting to make it seem like he was planning something. 

“Did you call someone?” Master asked and Leroy jumped, turning to face him. 

“Yeah, I don’t know who they are but they said they’ll come help. 

“Who was it?” Master asked, pulling himself into more of a sitting position. 

“I don’t know, they were in the favorites” Leroy muttered, and shrunk away at the expression Master made, he was not happy, that was evident. 

“Come on, I’m fine, I’m okay, you can help me,” he said and stood up, nearly falling back down. Leroy grabbed his arm to steady him. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea” Leroy said but his master ignored him, using Leroy as a crutch to limp to the bathroom. 

“You don’t know what’s a good idea, I’m going to teach you how to stitch me up correctly” Leroy started to answer to that but he was shushed quickly, and decided he’d already pissed Master off enough, he didn’t need to do anymore of it, and should just listen to what he wanted. He was the one who was hurt, and knew more about how to heal himself than Leroy did anyway.