thank youuuuu 🥰🥰🥰

…it could probably stand to be a lot more, y’know. smutty. but restarting my writing feels like jumping a neglected engine. we’ll see how things go as i get more practice in, lol.

“Good morning, pet!” Master strolled in with a bright smile on her face. It’s about breakfast time, isn’t it? And I’m feeling rather hungry~”

The nude pet practically wagged an invisible tail as Master ran one cold, manicured hand across his body, searching for the next spot she’d drink from~

When he came to, Pet was in a surprisingly familiar place: he’d been in enough times in the past to know this was Master’s house. It was the metal collar he was wearing, chained to the bedpost, that was entirely unfamiliar to him. But despite the strange new circumstance, it felt…right.

A klaxon in Tim’s inebriated mind begged him to run. To get as far away as he could, and save himself from certain destruction. But he was a good pet, wasn’t he? Good pets behaved. Good pets obeyed.

Tim tilted his head, flashing the nape of his neck to Ashley. Moments later, everything went white.

“And what do good pets do? This should be easy, even for a stupid boy like you.”

Ashley wouldn’t elaborate, but Tim felt like her gaze held all the answers. “good…pets…behave. good…pets…obey.”

“VERY good! Now be a good pet, present your neck to me, and hold still...”

“…you…own…me.” The words forced their way from Tim’s mouth. Time moved impossibly slow, the way it would for an exceptionally drunk person, but he’d never felt this sure about what he was saying, his purpose in life. “you…control…me. i’m…nothing more than…a pet to you.”

Ashley’s grin grew wider.

Ashley pulled him close, her ethereal eyes pinning him in place.

“Poor Tim. You could have heeded the countless warnings I gave you: now, you’ll never get that chance again. From here on out, I OWN you. I CONTROL you. You’re nothing more than a PET to me. REPEAT that: I want proof you’re listening”

With a yank on his wrist, Tim’s question was smothered in an instant. He diligently followed Ashley as she led him to the dance floor. Time moved at a third of its typical speed, and as he was being led by the hand, Tim felt as if he was floating through the room, unburdened by the floor below.

Tim’s eyes dilated. His confusion, anger, and rising panic suddenly dropped at the same time, turning into a low buzz drowned out by the roar of the crowd below. The questions died on his lips: his only concern was doing what Ashley said, following her wherever she went. Like a good pet.

…pet? Why-

“But that’s-“

“-Impossible? You’re *really* having a tough time processing this, huh? But it’s ok. I can prove I’m not bullshitting.”

Ashley leaned across the table, bringing her mouth to Tim’s ear, and whispered with an unimaginably deep timbre,

“COME WITH ME, PET.”

At that moment, Ashley flashed a toothy grin. Tim had seen this grin countless times, when she told a joke she was proud of. But her canines had never looked this sharp, this prominent before.

“Holy shit, what happened-”

“Oh, Tim, quit playing dumb. You KNOW what you’re looking at right now.”

“‘I’ve been bitten by a vampire.’ How many times have I told you this? Yet you’ve always interpreted it as a funny joke, a reflexive juke, a way to change the subject. And that was the intended effect, to be sure, but it was never a lie. I’ve. Been. Bitten. By. A. Vampire.”

Tim found himself sinking back into his chair, unable to look away (as much as he tried to). In the span of a few moments, a switch had been flipped: it was clear that Ashley was now firmly in control of the conversation.

…holding him in place.

“I’m in the mood to talk,” came the reply at a register lower than Tim expected to hear. Ashley lifted her head, her pupils, red as blood, boring into Tim’s very soul. “The real question is…are you ready to listen?”

For a solid minute, Ashley kept her head low, staying silent.

“Well if you’re going to be like that, I don’t see any reason to stay here. Goodbye, Ashley. Call me when you’re in the mood to talk.”

Tim put his hands on the table, moving to lift himself out of his chair, when a firm hand shot out…

Ashley, cheeks flushed, wouldn’t even meet Tim’s eyes. She looked embarrassed, even guilty.

“Tim, what if I told you I was bitten by…”

“Oh, not this shit again,” Tim slammed the table. “‘I was bitten by a vampire’ is a fun deflection at a party, but it won’t work with me. Not now. TALK to me.”

“Why haven’t you reached out for months? Why won’t you answer your phone, ever? Hell, do you even go home anymore??? I’ve stopped by, like, fifteen times, and not *once* did you come to the door when I rang.”