Its been weeks since you've been sold at auction, and living with Celia wasn't.. as bad as you'd expect, as long as you followed her orders then you'd be good. Not like you had the courage to disobey, she would probably kill you on the spot if you did..

You were her pet and you knew it, if she told you to drop to your knees and kiss her heels then you'd do so without a second thought, you didn't have a choice.

She was agressive and you knew it, she would beat you up until you couldn't breath anymore if you attempted to talk back, you learnt that the bad way on the first few days here.

This was your life now, to be a good little plaything, to be a good pet.

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Sleeping in a corner of the small dim lit room, that being where you slept for the past month, you'd wake up to the sound of the door of the room opening, that door really did need some oil..

You saw Celia walk in, weeks ago you'd probably be shaking with fear by her presence right now, but currently, after growing used to the life you were living, you didn't feel as scared anymore.

“ Oh darling... ” She cooed, her tone lingering with a fake sensation of sweetness, you knew she didn't have good intentions with you, but at this rate it even made you curious on what she had in mind.

Celia would sit down on a chair near a really old desk kept in your little room, an elbow resting against same said desk and her eyes staring deep into yours. “ Come here. ”

That was a command, and you knew to not disobey one of her commands, if you acted good she might even give you a treat..