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"Get a medic, right now!" His shout felt surreal– like it came from a different planet or the bottom of the ocean.
Still, it was unmistakably full of a feeling I can't really point out. Was it anxiety? Fear?
...Worry?
Nevertheless, my whole body felt like plastic. I didn't feel pain, nor pleasure.
I was in-between life and death, the only thing linking me to reality was the warm palm of the beastkin holding my stomach.
I looked down, amused.
Was he keeping my guts from spilling out?
I let out a soft laugh, to which the man focused all his attention on me again.
Everything was blurry, but his stare felt like a knife tearing into my flesh.
My consciousness was fading.
"...mine..." He whispered something while his other hand tightened around my back.
The last thing I felt before losing consciousness were warm water droplets falling onto my face.
It felt... strangely comforting.
For a while, I drifted in and out of awakeness, hearing what sounded like doctors talking above me. It was so bright, I couldn't open my eyes.
Then, the voices started to dry out and the strange lights were gone too.
One new sensation did appear, though. A familiar warm palm was holding my hand with lots of force, not letting me go.
I fell asleep again.
The next time I woke up, my ears started ringing. I had a nasty headache and struggled to even open my eyes.
"You're awake...?" A familiar voice spoke next to my ear. Only then did I notice I was lying in someone's lap, on what felt like a couch.
The man brushed my hair out of my face, looking down at me with a slight smile.
"Wh..at?" My voice was raspy, probably from dehydration.
"Shh, sweetie, you have to rest." The man smiled with a knowing look. "Your body is still in bad shape."
Bad... shape?
Suddenly, all the memories started flooding back.
The Announcer, the Lives, Chat, shackles, the nail gun…
...And the burnt skin.
I felt my heart drop.
A panic attack was coming.
The Announcer seemed to notice something was amiss and looked me in the eye.
"It's over." His voice was low and deep, something completely different from his usual cheerful tone.
I could stop shaking. Goosebumps appeared all over my body and I wanted to hide.
The tip of his claws grazed my skin, threatening to leave bloody marks if I even tried to move.
"You won't be on Lives anymore." He whispered.
I looked up at him, trying my hardest not to cry.
"I will take care of you, darling." He lowered his face, putting a soft kiss on my forehead.
I felt his hot and excited breath in my ear as he whispered,
"You're mine now."
My heart skipped a beat.
After that, his mobile started ringing and he left, leaving me lying on the couch. I could finally look at my surroundings.
It was an unfamiliar living room. The TV before the couch was switched on and some kind of cooking show was playing in it.
The walls I could see had some posters on them, most of which featured magical anime girls. Now that I noticed there were multiple figurines of that same anime girl scattered around the room.
As I arched my neck, I caught sight of my own body.
I looked like a mummy, having bandages on nearly all of my body parts. Still, what caught my eyes the most were the see-through panties and bras that were placed on me.
I suddenly got aware of my situation again.
It felt like I was on some drugs that were making sure I was dizzy and absent-minded. Even though I was clearly held captive and was even tortured to the point I almost died, I didn't even think about running away from this place.
It was wrong.
Fighting the strange feeling of comfort inside me, I tried to move my feet and hands.
For some reason, they weren't restricted at all. It was still difficult to move them from exhaustion, though.
I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, leaning against the back of the couch.
I took some deep breaths, but as soon as I tried to stand, I felt my knees giving out.
Just before I could fall to the ground, I sat back down.
I felt another panic attack incoming.
My knees weren't working.
I remembered pulling... nails... out of them.
I felt myself hyperventilating. No matter how many breaths I took, I felt like none of it reached my lungs.
I raised my hands to my neck.
My fingers touched something cold and hard. It encircled my neck, leaving just enough room for me to breathe.
A... collar?!
I tried to find a way to open it, but no matter how much I pulled, it didn't let out.
There were no buttons, no locks.
The creak of the door pulled me out from the depths of my thoughts.
The Fox came in, surprised to see me sitting.
"I told you to have a rest." He seemed agitated by something, but tried to sound as calm as possible. He came up to the couch as I flinched backwards, almost falling off of it before he caught me.
"..." He stayed silent for a moment, "Are you still scared?"
I couldn't look him in the eye. I stared at the floor, unmoving.
"Didn't I already tell you it's over?"
He waited for my response, which I obviously didn't plan on giving. He then grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, sweetie."
"...Why... are you...?" I managed to form some words through my trembling lips.
He scrutinized me, his sharp, deep orange eyes fixed on my neck.
"I let you live to become my personal little pet." He tapped twice on the metal collar around my neck. "This thing was collecting dust for way too long, hopefully it still does its job."
"What... is it?" I spoke in a raspy voice. My throat was incredibly dry.
"A gift passed down to me by that dead man. I used to treat it as a part of my body."
He took out what looked like a remote control from his pocket.
"You wouldn't mind me testing it, would you?"
He didn't wait for my answer as he pressed a button.
Electricity striked through me.
It felt like a hundred knives stabbing me all over at once–
I fell back against the couch, letting out a scream.
"...Oh, I accidentally turned the intensity up to maximum. Forgive me, pet." The Fox grinned at me with an insane look in his eyes. He didn't seem sorry at all.
"But it seems to be working perfectly! Even after nearly thirty years..."
His voice got quiet. He stared at me for a while, then shook his head and got back up.
"I have some chores to attend to. You're free to roam the place but don't try to escape– that is, if you want to stay alive." He pointed to his neck.
I understood immediately.
"I'll be back, darling."
And with that, he closed the door again.
Even if I tried to, I couldn't get up from the couch. I could have crawled on the floor, but that didn't seem like a good idea either.
As the time passed, I felt the ache in my injuries get more and more intense.
The drugs were probably wearing off.
I sighed.
I had no idea how I ended up here.
Would it have been better to choose one of those three windows?
No way, I had a bad feeling about all of them.
Only the Announcer seemed human, even with his fox ears and tail.
...Like he still had some common sense left.
Or maybe I was just losing my mind? Is this what they call Stockholm Syndrome?
However, the fact alone that I was alive was enough to keep me motivated.
I had to escape.
A few hours later, I heard the door open again. This time the Fox carried two plates of dishes with him, humming softly.
He was wearing the same ugly sweater he visited me in a while ago. I couldn't help but look away.
"It's been a while since I cooked something." He laughed softly, placing the two plates on the coffee table before the couch.
"I bet you must be hungry."
I panted deeply, strained by the pain of my injuries. He noticed.
"Don't worry, I'll feed you!" He moved next to me, excited. I could even see his tail wagging.
He did as he promised, feeding me the warm chicken soup spoon by spoon. I didn't try to get away, trying to savor every last drop of water that got into my system. Once he was done feeding me, he brushed my face with a napkin and popped three pills into my mouth.
"Painkillers."
I swallowed them, not thinking about it too much.
Then, he got to his own plate, which was filled with raw chicken hearts. As I glanced at him, I noticed a line of blood flowing down from his lips.
It immediately reminded me of the time he blazed me and took a bite out of my shoulder.
The smell of blood made me nauseous and I struggled to look away.
"I should tell you my real name." He spoke up suddenly, munching on a heart. "My name is Ren."
Ren…
For some reason, I found it to be a really cute name.
"But no one's been calling me that for many decades now."
I saw his ears twitch.
"...He was the last one."
By 'he', Ren probably meant the one who gave him his scars.
"I see..." I spoke, slowly feeling the painkillers take effect. "What should I call you, though?"
Ren swallowed the last chicken heart too, before looking at me.
"Ren. I want you to call me that."
Confused, I raised an eyebrow. As a response, he grinned, his eyes devoid of life.
"Ren." I repeated.
As if I flipped a switch, Ren sprang to his feet and grabbed my arm, digging in his claws mercilessly.
He looked like a wild animal.
"Say it again."
I shook my head, frightened.
"SAY IT!" He shouted, threatening to press the button on the remote control again.
"Ren!" I said helplessly, trying to get away from his grip.
Before I knew it, he was kneeling between my legs, his claws deeply embedded into my inner thighs.
"Again."
I hissed in pain, panicking. I tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than me. He held the remote control, threatening to push the button.
"...Ren..."
He shifted closer to me, sniffing my transparent panties.
"Again."
I shivered, feeling my face heat up.
"Ren."
He bit into my panties, pulling it off with his sharp teeth. His face was bright red too as he looked up at me.
"Do you know what he made me do?"
I shook my head, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
"He chained me to a pole and fucked me raw." He licked my sex roughly. I gasped and struggled to keep in a moan.
"That sick fuck... I was only seventeen!" He kept licking as I felt his teeth graze against me.
"Ren, I..."
I grabbed his hair, pulling his head towards me. He responded with a deep moan, licking me through an orgasm.
I spasmed.
"Ren...!"
To my surprise, he seemed to cum too, completely untouched.
He gasped as I hurriedly let go of him.
"Ahah..." He chuckled, face covered in my fluids. "I came too."
I was breathless, my mind hazy.
"Sweetie."
He called out, climbing onto my lap. He was not only twinky, but also unexpectedly light. He clung to me, sitting in my lap.
"That man... he... ruined me." He whispered into my ear in a light whisper. He was no longer threatening or scary.
'Just a little pet, needing to be dominated.'
I was shocked by my own thoughts.
"Thanks to that, I..." He continued, licking my neck. "I want to get hurt. I need someone to hurt me."
"Ren, I–"
He looked at me, eyes full of tears.
"I tried, but..." He sobbed. "I just can't forget him."
He took out his remote control, pressing a different button. I was ready to get electrocuted again, but instead I heard a soft click.
I touched the collar and lifted it from my neck.
I felt an indescribable urge.
Ren presented his neck to me, smiling.
...So I placed it on him.
There was a click.
He gave me the remote, teary-eyed.
"Are you sure?" I asked, but I had no intention of giving it back to him.
"Yes, darling." He said, nuzzling against my collarbone. "I feel at home now."
I had no objections.
He was my helpless, little pet now.