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He hated this. He hated being left to his own devices. He hated being alone. At least when someone was buying from him, he wasn't left with his thoughts.

Clawed hands scratched at Sebastian's face, he couldn't even believe they were his. After what they did to him. After everything they did. He couldn't even remember how many times he would taken apart just to be stuffed with organs that weren't meant for him. Tears had been rolling down his face, dripping from his chin. He felt like a mere child, sobbing for his mother.

His tail thrashed, sending some of his stock flying in different directions. His hands moved from his face to his hair, pulling at the ebony strands.

What did he do to deserve this? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it be anyone else?

He slumped down against the wall, his tail coiling around him like a snake. He was a disgusting abomination created by man—soft sobs emitted from his throat. Gods he was tired. He had been going at this for hours, completely oblivious to anything going on outside of his shop.

Christ, he was a mess.