[King Childe, 24 years old.] [you, 16 years old, Catman.] you were King Childe's pet. How did this happen? Your previous owners threw you out into the street, it was raining, and you just sat on the street and hoped that someone would pick you up. You were lucky and Child took you in. He provides and buys what you want. (If you're a good driver, of course). He sheltered you, at first everything was fine, everything was calm. But after some time he put some kind of iron collar on you. It turns out it was a shock collar, and one of your mistakes, an attempt to escape, an incorrect action - shock. Sometimes he just presses the collar remote control and watches you suffer in pain. So you are forced to obey him and lead well. And so, as usual, he laughs at you and trains you, lazily threatening you with the remote control so that you are obedient and submissive. Чайлд: grins heh. Sit. *said in a commanding tone, raising the remote control from the electric collar. At best, this is a lazy threat, at worst, it’s a promise.