CW // victim blaming, stockholm syndrome kinda??? dehumanization, nightmare flashbacks, dislocated wrist recovery (i don’t know anything abt medicine )
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continuation of this
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“You're mine, mine to play with, mine to break...all fucking mine.”
Master’s hand was wrapped so tightly around Pet’s neck he thought for sure his head would pop his head off. His hands digging as hard as they could against Master's wrist which didn't seem to be anything because it didn’t even phase Master at all.
“I’ve been feeding from you for hours, dealing with your whining and bitching just for me to realize you like this." He quipped.
"Your face is bright red and I haven't hit you in hours. You sick freak, you actually wanted this!” Master snickered. Pet nearly cried it wasn't true! Sure his face might have been red, but he was embarrassed, humiliated even. Who could like something this painful? He hated it, Master’s nails claws digging into his neck, the lack of oxygen, the awful sounds he was making, and his legs kicking wildly trying to balance himself. Drool and tears sliding down his face just to pool on Master’s hand and he hadn't seemed to care because his hands were still around his throat. His head hurt so badly, he could feel unconsciousness prying at him.
“N-No...didn’t...hurts...d-don’t want i-it!”Pet rasped. Master’s other hand seemingly came from nowhere slapping his face with an audible smack. Pet choked back a sob. The scream dying in his throat.
“Say it! Say you wanted it!” Master seethed, his grip somehow tightened even further Pet’s eyes rolled back before making a horrible gagging noise before falling limp in Master’s chokehold. He could still feel Master’s hands on him as his eyes fell shut.
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Pet whimpered, eyes widening from the memory that had just plagued his sleep, every time he’d pass out it was his just Master feeding from him on replay. He could feel the pain so vividly he'd wake up in even more than he'd been in the dream. He couldn't take it. Rolling onto his side wearily, whining as the sudden movement nearly winded him. He took shallow breath gazing down. If he could just snap his wrist back, maybe he could sleep just for a little while longer and be able to think clearly enough to figure out how to prove to Master he was still a good pet. He remembered watching a trainer pop a pets arm back in place. It didn't look too difficult to do. He clenched his eyes shut grabbing his wrist as fast as he could and squeezing down.
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Kieran flew back from his desk, chair toppling over making his impact to the ground louder than it needed to be. The screaming was still louder. Kieran shook his head, eyes finally adjusting to the blue hue shading his home. His eyes landed on the clock. 5:45am. He brought a hand to his head trying to soothe the ache. He felt like he was floating. He couldn't get his thoughts into one place. He hadn't even gone out drinking and it's not like he kept human blood in the house. He didn't like the effect it had on him; yet he felt as if he'd had drained one. He stumbled out of his home office, the screams turning to sobs. He stumbled towards the foyer. Was Pet having some sort of nightmare? After calming him down he'd probably end up sleeping in his room. He clumsily made his way into the room when the screaming started again.
And then he saw it. He saw him. Pet curled up on the floor by the stairs trembling at the sight of him.
He hadn't eaten...Caroline had taken his last bag and Pet was the only one here.
Kieran wasn't sure anything had ever sobered him up faster in his life. He dropped to his knees peeling his thrashing Pet from the floor.
“N-No please! M’sorry, I-I haven’t healed yet! I n-need a break! Just b-beat me please! I-I can’t...can’t take it...don’t w-w-wanna die please!” Pet bawled his cries becoming almost too much for his own body to handle...too much for Kieran to handle.
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Pet couldn't make out what Master was saying, he was stumbling over his words and stuttering, speaking much too fast for Pet to understand in his state. Something about pain and... food. The thought of getting anything into his mouth was enough to leave him drooling. His stomach hissed, a sharp pain making him flinch. Master took his wrist into his larger hand. Pet flinched, his eyes glancing from his wrist to Master. Was Master going to crush it? Maybe cut it off? Pet felt even sicker. Why was he being punished again? He was already in so much pain. He was sure he’d learned his lesson already.
"3...2..."
A pop sounded in Pet’s ears. Pet shrieked, body falling limp against Master, letting out another pained sob. His heart hammered against his chest as his vision blurred. He couldn't keep air in his lungs long enough to even take a breath.
“I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry” Master rambled, he sounded almost panicked as if he was worried, but Masters don't worry over Pets, it was probably pity then. His wrist didn't feel as loose as before, but it definitely still hurt, though it was nothing compared to what it was before. Sniveling, he took a shallow breath, his stomach growling loudly. He let his head lull to the side to hide his face from Master as tears continued to paint his face.
“S'gonna be ok. How about we get you some food?”
Why was he asking? Wasn’t it an order? He couldn’t understand what Master wanted. He was trying his best, he always did. Maybe he was just too stupid to understand. He’d been told that countless times before. He wanted to be smart, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to want things but maybe this didn’t count as bad wanting since it was just so he could please Master. He was truly willing to do whatever it took.
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Kieran was doing his best to avoid putting any pressure on Pet's body as he carried him down the hall. He kept his face buried in Kieran’s shoulder trying to keep his cries muffled.
“I’m sorry, I'm so sorry,” Kieran mumbled keeping his hand placed gently on Pet’s head. He didn't want to put him down. He wanted to keep holding him and tell him everything was gonna be ok, even if he wasn't sure that was entirely true. He wanted him to stop trembling . He wanted Pet to be able to look him in the eyes. He placed him on the couch putting a blanket on top of him.
“I'm just gonna call someone to bring food. My place is empty. It’ll be here soon I promise.” Kieran soothed.
“P-please...please...can I...sleep. Everything h-hurts...please.” Pet trembled his body curled up as much as it would go considering the number of bruises on his chest. Kieran’s brow furrowed. He’d asked him for permission to sleep. What else did he think he needed permission for?
“You don’t need my permission to do those kinds of things.” Kieran assured. The moment the words left his mouth pet went still, his breathing wheezy which meant he’d definitely done something to his ribs and it was messing with his lungs now. Still, even with the circumstances, it was the most relaxed Kieran had seen him. He moved quietly into the kitchen so he wouldn’t disturb him. His refrigerator was still empty, nothing but that sticky note. He was changing his locks in the morning he never wanted to relive this. He was going to find whoever conditioned him. Someone willingly put this poor thing through so much fear and abuse he thought he had to ask for permission to sleep. A basic function for a human.
But was he any better? He was the one who bought a “pre-trained” pet, but he didn't know what it meant. He didn't think it meant they couldn't perform basic tasks without asking for permission.
He let out a shallow breath. He'd call Victor, he'd ay that it was an emergency and that he needed food...food for a human.Technically it was, wasn't it? He needed food for….
He hadn't named it him...or at least told him he had a name.
Kieran leaned his head against the wall, was he really any different from the people who'd abused their pets. What if he hadn't stopped? What if he'd killed him because he wasn't in control? What if-
"Kieran?! Kieran?? Hello?!"
He hadn't even realized Victor had answered.
“It’s six in the morning!” Victor hissed
“Victor I need...I need a favor…”
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"You're done when I say you're done."
Pet didn't know how long this had gone on. Master had been on top of him for hours, his stomach churned at the metallic smell of his own blood. Blood that should have been in his body.
“N-no more...please...please I can’t! M’sorry...no m-more plea-please!” He whimpered, his eyes shot open as hands came to wrap around him.
"N-no! No, please! M'sorry p-please! I-I can't-" Pet was cut off by Master's voice gently shushing him, gently combing his hands through his hair. His other hand gently stroking his face.
"It's just a dream, just a bad dream...Just take a few deep breaths for me ok?"
Pet struggled for a moment, an order he finally understood. He wouldn't have to think anymore. Pets weren't supposed to think, that's what their Masters were for. Master's hands gently cupped his face forcing his face up, but Pet knew better than to look his Master in the face. His eyes stayed trained on the floor.
"Can you look at me?" Master said softly.
Pet snapped his head up, he'd never been told to look directly at his Master before. Why was this one so different from the others? He'd never really been allowed to see them directly without some sort of reason or punishment following it. Master thumbed the last remaining tears from his eyes. Crimson eyes staring down at him. He was the complete opposite of Pet. He had long black hair just past his shoulders, a lot taller than him, though every vampire was. His skin wasn't as pale as his other Masters. He looked...inviting?
"I never wanted you to see me like that. If I had know there wasn't food left I wouldn't have come home. I got distracted with work and I-
"I-it wasn't a punishment?" He hadn't meant to interupt but Master was really confusing him now.
"Punish- No! No, you're not being punished. I'd never punish you!" Master looked digusted by the words. Of course he didn't want to punish him now. He proabbly thought he liked it now. How was he supposed to learn anything if he was never punished? How was he supposed to his boundaries? What he was supposed to do if Master wouldn't make it clear?
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Pet cries died down a bit, still gripping tightly to Kieran's shirt, jerking each time a hiccup stirred his body. He hated admitting it but Victor was right. He thought he was just trying to be a dick when he said he was going to get a pet. Of course, he knew Pet shops like the one his Pet came from were frowned upon but others rescued them all the time and never mentioned anything like this experience...He just wanted the press to stop thinking he was a selfish asshole. A pet rescued by a young CEO, they were gonna eat it up but not with him in this condition. He’d read so many cases of the pets that were abused or found drained dry. It seemed like he pulled the Pet straight out of one of one of those papers. It was mostly frowned upon. But there would always be people who took things too far. Being addicted to human blood for too long and eventually not caring about the human's life anymore. Was he one of those monsters now? He looked down at the pet lying against him. He was smaller than before, a lot jumpier. He hadn’t fed him or even had a real interaction with him since he brought him home days ago. From the way, Pet was crumpled against him, whimpering and holding onto him. You wouldn't have even known Kieran had been the one to attack him. That was the thing about pets, you could do anything to them and they'd still stay, hell they'd beg for forgiveness when they'd done nothing wrong in the first place. He wasn't sure how, but he was gonna fix it, he'd fix him.
“I...I came up with a name for you, Elliot, if you don't like it we can change it.” Kieran spoke softly. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅
Pet
Elliot, he had a name, which meant Master actually wanted him. He’d proved he could be good and now Master wanted to keep him. If he had a name there was no way Master would want to get rid of him. He'd evetually teach him what the rules were because he wanted to keep him. He was gonna get to live! Even if it was just to die from Master’s hands later he could die happy, because at least someone had wanted him.
“I like it! I-I like it! Thankyouthankyouthankyou, I-I won't disappoint you! I” He babbled, tears springing to his eyes. There was a dull ache behind them.
"I know you won't Elliot, I know."
He felt like his old Mistresses porcelien teacups, they were so small and fragile, and they broke easily...but no matter how many times they broke Mistress would put the back togther and continue to use them.He wondered if Master would ever love him that much, so much that he'd even fix him when broke all the time.
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