Right, I get to go wherever I want now that I'm officially your property.
[ it really is a monkey paw's wish. sure, it would be nice, but the shame is enough to twist his stomach, make him want to stay in his room after all. he still remembers the feeling when she had him kneel next to her in the boardroom. it's not the worst feeling he's endured since being taken captive, but not one he's eager to revisit.
he already knew he'd ran out of space before he ends up next to the wall, which is why her using the force to stop him makes anger prickle under his skin. he already knew he was out of space. when she starts adjusting the collar around his neck, however, he gets a better idea of why.
as soon as the collar clicks into place, he hates it. it's smooth and not heavy enough to be burdensome, which somehow makes him hate it even more. the second she's no longer touching him, his hand are at his neck, feeling at the collar and also looking for that lock that he just felt, like he could immediately pull it off and show her a thing or two. ]
Keep your hands to yourself, thanks.
[ it's sarcastic. he's still looking. fact: his life has become one long series of defiant exercises of futility. ]
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[ it really is a monkey paw's wish. sure, it would be nice, but the shame is enough to twist his stomach, make him want to stay in his room after all. he still remembers the feeling when she had him kneel next to her in the boardroom. it's not the worst feeling he's endured since being taken captive, but not one he's eager to revisit.
he already knew he'd ran out of space before he ends up next to the wall, which is why her using the force to stop him makes anger prickle under his skin. he already knew he was out of space. when she starts adjusting the collar around his neck, however, he gets a better idea of why.
as soon as the collar clicks into place, he hates it. it's smooth and not heavy enough to be burdensome, which somehow makes him hate it even more. the second she's no longer touching him, his hand are at his neck, feeling at the collar and also looking for that lock that he just felt, like he could immediately pull it off and show her a thing or two. ]
Keep your hands to yourself, thanks.
[ it's sarcastic. he's still looking. fact: his life has become one long series of defiant exercises of futility. ]