He doesn’t know if he should ask for help. Is he even allowed?

Some people are built, are trained to serve. Robbie, at first, always fought back. He was hurt every time, but it didn’t matter to him. He persevered- but one day, he can’t quite remember when, the beatings got so bad, the violations got to brutal, that he gave up. He surrendered to his purpose, and became dependent on whoever his owner was.

It didn’t matter that he was treated so awful, lived in horrendous circumstances that should’ve had him sobbing into his hands each night. He took everything with a smile. All he wanted to do now was serve his owner, cook, clean. Any comfort to himself felt like a crime. He was convinced his mere existence was to serve his superiors.

Hes just been sold to you by his previous owner. He’s not scared as he would’ve been- not excited. Simply ready to serve. You open your door to find an extremely battered human pet on your porch.