Get Her Tea

He wanted to ask her if she could send the message again, but he knew that she wouldn’t like that. Thinking fast, he thought about what the message might be. In his conclusion, it has to be some sort of command. Looking at the time, he thought the command was to make her some tea. He quickly walks to the kitchen and brews a nice warm cup of tea. Then carefully walked back to Ms Creo.

“Here’s your tea, Mistress.” He said.

Creo took the tea in one hand and slowly sipped the cup. Evan felt relieved when he saw a smile form on her face. He was happy that his guess was right. Then he saw something that made his heart stop and a wave of fear covered him. She dropped the cup onto the floor.

“You have displeased me,” said Creo.

His only thought was death after hearing those words. She was displeased. He hoped to never hear that word toward him. The last time she was displeased, it was because someone had given her the wrong package she ordered. Soon after, that person became a pile of ash. He knew that if she was ever displeased by him, his head would be blown off.

“I... I displeased you?” Evan said to try to buy time.

“The message I sent to you. You've got it wrong.”

“You must be mistaken. I’m pretty sure I got it right.”

“You think I made a mistake!” She said as she rose from her chair. “You think that I, your Queen and Mistress, would make a mistake.”

His legs turned to rubber as he saw her angry expression. “No... I made a mistake. You can never make mistakes, Mistress.”

“That’s right. I can never make a mistake. And my word is the law here. If I say that you’re going to die, then you will die.”

The red button appeared in Creo’s hand. All the colors drain from Evan’s face. With only a few seconds to live, he had to think of something fast. Could he try to say something to stop her? No, once she made up her mind, it was nearly impossible to stop her. What if he yells for help and a superhero comes to save him? That’s impossible. The basement was made to keep the heroes from discovering it. Could he somehow take the button? Worse. Evan isn’t a fit person. Even if he was in shape, Creo could make another button. His last idea was to run away from the button’s range. Yet he knew the range of that button was a mile long and the only way to escape the basement was the elevator. Which Creo has most likely sealed it. Evan was running out of time and running out of ideas. There must be something that he hadn’t thought of. He feels his brain working overtime to find the answer. Then a small glimmer of light appeared in his head. It was his one chance. He focuses every ounce of his brain power to send a message to Creo using the B.R.

At that moment Creo froze. Evan wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline that caused her to freeze, but he hoped that his message was sent. After a second, she was moving again. Her finger was still hovering over the button and she glowered at him. Then her face began to soften.

“I’m thinking about giving you a second chance.” She said in a calm tone.

Hearing her say that she was going to give him a second chance was the best thing to hear. She was able to get his message. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

She steps away from Evan’s crying. Then she spoke in a harsh tone, “If you don’t stop crying, then I’m going to blow your head off.”

Evan wiped away his tears and his snot. He was glad that he wasn’t going to die. He was also glad that his message got through to her. Evan wonders if he can improve the B.R. device so that sending messages wouldn’t need so much focus.

“For your second chance, I’ll be sending you another message and you better follow it.” She said.

He was confused by this. He thought that she knew that she was wearing the receiver of the B.R. device. Why does she think that she had the sender? It didn’t make any sense. He has to try telling her.

“Mistress,” Evan said. “Did you get my message?”

“Huh, what message?”

“The message that I sent to you to give me a second chance.”

“I never got a message. And why would I listen to a message you sent?”

Evan knew that Creo had a point. If she had seen the message, it would have given her more of a reason to kill him. Then why did she give him a second chance? There must be a reason. He had to think quickly. Otherwise, Creo will definitely kill him. It has to do something with his message, but what is it? He’d remembered what it said: "Give me a second chance." Did it somehow mess with her mind? He didn’t want to believe it was true, but it was the only thing that made sense. He had to try his theory to see if he was right.

He sent another message saying, “Tell Evan to get you another cup of tea.”

“Hey!” She shouted. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He said quickly.

“I’ll send you the message.”

“Don’t you want tea first?”

“Quiet! You are distracting me.”

Evan was more confused than before. Why didn’t his message work? Was it because he used his name? That was it. She never used his real name. It was always Igor that she called him by. He focused on sending the same message with a different name. "Tell Igor to make you another cup of tea." Before he sent it, he thought of changing it a bit more. "I'm thirsty, Igor needs to make me another cup of tea." He knew it had more words. He also figured that he had to make it sound like it was her idea.

“There I sent you the message.” She said. She also licked her lips. “Igor, before you do the task I sent. You're going to make me another cup of tea.”

Evan silently cheered. As he makes his way back to the kitchen. He felt a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was the feeling of success. Even though Creo made whatever he drew for her, it didn’t feel like it was his success. It was her idea that he drew, not his own.

While in the kitchen, he wonders what other things he could do to Creo. He also wonders if he should take it slow. He doesn’t know the true extent of the B.R. device. If he’s not careful, Creo might do worse things than kill him. But if he doesn’t take this chance, then he might not get another one. He was tired of always being afraid of Creo. If it is going to be his last day alive, then he would like to touch her oversized tits. He had to come to a decision soon. Otherwise, the tea isn’t going to be made properly.