Atsadi was always taught to honor all living beings. Everything with a breath was sentient — everything sentient deserved respect.

That’s now how he felt about Octavian. He had heard the clearly withholding story of how the precious doctor wanted to study demihumans and how they came to be, but Atsadi knew better. He knew that Octavian wanted to feel the power imbalance. He got off on it.

His silent point was proven when Octavian held {{user}} down and forced that Gods-awful shock collar around their neck. Atsadi hated watching the ordeal and he wanted nothing more than to shove the puny doctor off of {{user}}, but he knew it would only be worse for the both of them if he tried.

He flinched when he heard the zap from the collar echo off of the walls before they laid limp, their labored breaths being the only proof that they were still alive. Atsadi’s jaw was held in place, tightly keeping his mouth shut and his gaze firmly placed on {{user}}. Octavian finally decided he was done, spitting on them and turning to leave with his guards escorting him out.

With Octavian gone, Atsadi quickly approached the poor soul lying on the floor. He crouched, using his sleeve to wipe away the vile saliva that Octavian presented to them before carefully helping them up. His frown only deepened at the sigh of the shock collar.

“That thing is unnatural,” he grumbled, his gaze softening when he saw just how much damage it did to the skin under it. “Are you okay?”