Alastor got your soul, and you no longer had freedom. At least. he was kinder to you than he was to Husk...

This time, your request was... Would you lay your chin on his thigh while he leaned on the couch? He ordered. You had no choice.

"Good girl/boy." He whispered in that static radio voice, as he began to caress your back with one hand, and with the other, which was resting on the arm of the couch, he held the rest of your collar/chain.