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Degusaurusrex

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December 12th

"Is she ready?"

"About as ready as she's going to be. You and I both know the old man never could break this one, but she's collared and hungry, so she ain't gonna be hurtin' her new Master." The sound of their laughter was grating on her sensitive ears, the pointed tip twitching from where she sat inside the room. The door was, as always, locked, the voices coming from outside as the men spoke on what would happen to her next. With the human who had owned her deceased she was to be passed onto someone else, that much had been gathered over the last few days of chatter around the busy house. The only downside to his death was that she hadn't caused it herself, and for all she cared the bastard could rot in whatever hell they believed in. Filthy humans. The moment she'd realized the old man was dead she had silently rejoiced, but that hadn't lasted long at all. Even though she was free from his hold that meant she would be in someone else's, someone that was likely far more capable than the decrepit man had been. Someone stronger, someone crueler. Someone she had never met but would be delivered to this afternoon. They had spent all morning getting her ready, and she was still slightly groggy from the drugs they'd put into her to sedate her during the cleaning and changing process. After all those years her body still hadn't adjusted properly to the drugs humans used.

Was it nearly time? They'd managed to get her into clothes they deemed more proper for her meeting her new owner, and she stared down at the short dress in disgust. Not even shorts, no, the damned dress. It was clear what they expected would happen and they'd made certain that in the week since the old man's death she was scarcely fed the most important meal that she required—Blood. While she wasn't dying, Tivvy was hungry, and she was exhausted. The longer they deprived her of the sustenance the weaker she became, unable to properly fight back against anything that was demanded of her. Years of harsh actions had beat her down, but it had never broken her spirit. She had never given up on trying to escape, no matter how many times she was punished and locked up for days on end to try and deter her from repeating the action. One day, one day she would escape and she would leave this filthy world behind. She would go back to her own, devoid of the filthy pollution and advancements humans had made over the centuries.

"Alright, get that perky red ass of yours out here!" The door opened and banged loudly against the wall as a large man entered, grabbing her none too gently by one of her horns and yanking her up and towards the door. Even as she screamed and fought against him it did nothing, his other hand grabbing the chains that linked her wrists together as she was pulled from the house and out to a vehicle ready to transport her. The chains were linked to a sturdy peg in the back seat as the door slammed and they started off, the drive mostly silent even as her amber eyes stared angrily at the man seated opposite of her. The smirk on his face made her want to tear out his throat, to bask in the sound of his death just for a sense of satisfaction. Oh, if she ever freed herself he would be a casualty on her way back home.

The car arrived at their destination and stopped, the engine idling as the man exited and began to unhook her restraints. The way that she was tugged out was just as rough as when they'd left the house, and she found herself yanked into the new home so quickly that her head spun. They couldn't risk someone else seeing her in her true form, after all. A scream of fury left her mouth the moment the front door closed behind them, and she dug the heels they'd put on her feet into the floor as hard as she can. It only succeeded in making her trip, the hand gripping the metal collar and leash around her neck the only thing that held her upright.

"Sir? Your present has arrived."
 
Hugo Stirling had been quite surprised at a notice of transfer since a week ago. It came on the news that his well off uncle had passed away from a stroke and there was a funeral being arranged by his family but then a surprise in a secret will was passed to him by what appears to be some shady henchman was given to Hugo. It dictated that a demon slave that was under the uncle's ownership was now being transferred over to him and the inheritance fee with this slave market was already paid by him so this demon slave would not return to the slave market but come under his own ownership. Hugo felt conflicted about this as he had watched the cruelty of the rich owners who abuse and humiliate the demon slaves just out of personal enjoyment and spite, that no one was stopping them. Many would laugh or join in on the fun, while others would treat it as an every day spectacle and go on their way. Hugo though would turn away from such sights, finding it repulsive and depraved.

Hugo instead would find demons fascinating in being studied as there was little knowledge of what makes a demon tick. The only thing any human would care to know was what sort of powers to watch out from a demon, that demons crave blood to sustain their lives and powers, and that magic and collar seals would stop them from escaping and restrict their powers on top of being used as punishment tools. But finding proper subjects was difficult in the beginning. For one thing, they were expensive commodities and mere playthings and property to the wealthy. It's not like he could just waltz into a slave market and observe their stocks. He could only watch from afar of passing slaves and even then it wasn't fruitful as they would be under their masters complete control and lack any sort of free will to be observed. Hugo would relegate himself in this small neighborhood where he would function as a small medicine producer for the local stores and markets, and for online orders.

Then came the slave market transfer papers. He had to admit he had mixed feelings about this. If he got past the fact that he would now be a demon slave owner, this would also be a chance to learn about demons themselves up close, and under his protection and household as well. To say that this demon would be under his control sounded distasteful in itself. For the past few days, he had been preparing the spare bedroom for his new demon slave and took a book on how to care for a demon slave, for a lack of a better term, as this reference book was nothing more than how to tame and subdue a defiant demon slave.

Today was that fated day, the day when his slave would be delivered to his door step. Thankfully it was night and people were having dinner. He had prepared some beef stew in a pair of bowls on the table and left extras simmering on the stove top to keep it warm. He was given at least a profile of his demon, a female red skinned demon with quite a fierce look. It had her body dimensions and weight, as well as a threat rating of high. How his uncle managed to keep her under control was beyond his understanding, but he hoped that this demon won't be the death of him in his pursuit of understanding her. The sound of the van had come up and then his front door was abruptly opened quickly and a screaming woman was dragged in and shoved onto the floor. These men were big and muscled, a requirement to handle dangerous demons like her.

"Thank you..... I'll take it from here," Hugo said. he would take a clipboard and sign over the paperwork required, completing the transfer process and now this demon was under his ownership. He was given the remote control to control the shock device in her slave collar, and her leash was passed into his hands. Without saying anything else, the men would turn and leave his house, locking his door in the process. He didn't bother trying to wonder how they got keys to his house. He looked down at the demon and he could see various wounds on her arms and legs, her clothing was ragged, her hair certainly frazzled, and perhaps a tired vengeance on her face.

"Ahem, I'm Hugo. I'm .... your new owner. What's your name?" he said to her. He probably won't expect an answer from her and he would see that she truly needs lots of care. "You msut be hungry. I prepared food in the kitchen. Come and join me for food, and then lets get you a bath after," he said to her as he would hold out his other hand to offer to help her up. It would likely be a mistake as he would need to quickly retract back to avoid her tearing a hole in his arm. He gulped and looked at the remote and leash. It's only the first day so maybe these .... devices will be necessary. He pressed the remote to activate the shock device on her neck to stop her from being so defiant. "Get up and follow me. I have food to give you," he said as he tugged on the leash. He would guide her over to the kitchen where there would be a table, the two bowls which is one for each of them, with utensils on the side. "Sit and eat," he said to her as he pointed at the chair.
 
There wasn't a moment that the leash wasn't in someone's hands, and she was still reeling from the rough shove to the floor when the men left her alone with her new owner. Bastard. She didn't care what his name was, and she certainly didn't have any desire to offer hers just because he was asking. Her pupils flitted back and forth as they tried to focus on the other hand offered to her before she swiped at it with a snarl, jerking at the leash in an attempt to pull herself back and fight both the effects of the drugs and the hand controlling her.

The shriek that left her mouth when he pressed the button was somewhere between surprise and agony as her knees buckled again, long nails scraping against the floor as the shock tore through her entire body and left her gasping for breath in between incoherent curses directed at the human. She hadn't even been in his home for five minutes and already the torment had begun, she had been right to be wary of a new owner and it was almost satisfying to know her distrust had not been misplaced. At the same time, the aftershocks of the punishment made it difficult for her to think, limbs heavy as she felt him tugging at the leash and forcing her unsteadily across the house to a seat in the kitchen.

Her ears were tilted back in a defensive posture as she stumbled into the seat, yelping as one of the heels twisted and came halfway off her foot with the clunky movements. There was a moment of contemplation as she looked between the bowls and the man before her before she abruptly bent down and whipped the offending shoe from her foot to throw at him, followed by the other before she pushed the bowl away from her. Like hell she was stupid enough to fall for him giving her drugged food right off the bat. She'd sooner starve.

"No drug."
 
The demon girl sure has a feisty attitude, not that he could blame her. Her attempt to throw the shoe at him was still strong despite her starved and weak looking state, needing Hugo to quickly duck his head to the side to avoid the heel she threw at him. It would certainly make a loud slap at the fridge door as the heel landed at the metal door and fell onto the kitchen floor after. One could imagine some smoke from the impact spot and the shoe she threw. "Hey now. No need to be that feisty. The food isn't drugged. Watch," he said as he would take his spoon to scoop up some stew from her bowl. He would then bring it to his mouth and eat it, smiling at her to show to her that the food wasn't spiked. But the evil glare from her eyes certainly showed she wasn't playing ball with his attempt to show her that it wasn't poisoned. What else could he do to coerce her to eat the food so she can at least have some energy.

His hand had subconsciously reached for his pocket that held the remote control to shock her into submission but then he stopped himself. No. He did not want to be like everyone else who treats their slaves like trash and that he wanted to be different. He wanted to study her willingly if possible, and learn more about her. What was it that demons crave? Oh , it was blood. Human blood was the delicacy and animal blood was more of a cheap substitute that would work the same, so far as what the slave manual had told him.

"You really need to eat. You need your strength," Hugo said to her once again as his hand left his pockets side. He wasn't going to shock her but he would get up and walk to the kitchen. Opening up a utensil drawer he took a pointed knife used to cut fruit and he would walk over to the table once again. He would take his hand over her bowl and he would prick his finger with the knife, letting some blood come out. He wondered if she would be sensitive to the smell of blood as his eyes watched hers, letting the blood slowly drip down into her beef stew. It was about 6 drops that he would let in before he took a napkin to cover his wound. "You'll eat it now, won't you? Use a spoon," he said to her as he took his uninjured hand and pointed at the metal spoon next to her and gestured to the bowl of stew. Would she eat her food now with his human blood mixed in with the contents?
 
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Did he truly think she was that stupid? Just because it didn't affect him didn't mean it wouldn't affect her. They had magic that affected demons and not humans, after all. It would be too easy to drug the food in a way that would only affect her so he could lock her up and do whatever he wanted. Like hell she was going from one hell to another so easily.

Her eyes darted toward the movement of his hand and she tensed, prepared to bolt from the chair and see how far she could get before the shock of the collar took her down again. If he was so willing to torment her so quickly upon arrival it didn't bode well for her future there, and she began to wonder whether or not she would even survive a week there, let alone a month or longer. A part of her wondered if she wanted to survive that long at the hands of a man so willing to resort to violence.

Why had he stopped? Was this a test, a taunt? His reminder of her lack of strength only made her snort softly at him and roll her eyes, the slitted pupils still vibrating slightly as she tried to focus them and allow the drugs to flush themselves out of her system. Every move he made was followed with those otherworldly eyes as she saw him open a drawer to retrieve a knife, and a growl rumbled in her throat as her chair screeched back several inches and she glared at him. A knife, really?

The smell hit her before the sight did, blood, and she reared back with a hiss of surprise as she honed in on the drops falling from his injured finger. Was he really taunting her with the sight of blood so close but yet so far away? It was only a few drops, a few moments that he let the precious nectar of life fall into her food, and then he was pointing and commanding her to not only eat, but to use proper manners like a human.

The leash tangled around her legs as she moved abruptly, lunging forward to snatch the bowl from the table before retreating to a crouch on the floor several feet away. It was several moments of assuring herself he wasn't going to immediately shock her before she settled down slightly on the floor and sniffed at the stew, forgoing the spoon and instead tipping the bowl back to let some of the food slide into her mouth.
 
Hugo pretty much wouldn't expect a thank you or any friendly look when she took the food and scuffled over to the corner of the dining room and on the floor. She looked like a territorial beast now as she crouched and faced away from him and before long she would toss aside the spoon to pour the bowl into her mouth. It would certainly be a bit hot but she seemed to gulp it down like it was liquid soup. With his blood mixed in, it would look like her body might get a kick in renewed energy that is different from human food. It would seem almost like a few seconds before her bowl would be empty.

Perhaps it was by a factual guess, but it would seem quite dangerous to take the bowl away from her now so he went to the cupboard to bring out a new bowl and filled it with more stew and walked over to her. There was no blood in it this time and he would tap his foot on the floor. "Here, I have some more food here. Eat it," he said as he held the bowl out in front of him. He could only hope that she wouldn't slash him at the same time she may be swiping the bowl away from his hand. He would step back to give her some space and to take his bowl into his hand to start eating while watching her. Despite how feral she was acting, it was quite an entertaining thing for him to finally observe a demons actions in front of him.

When it seemed like she had finished yet another bowl, he would set his bowl down back on the table and approached her from behind. He didn't want to do this but she was new to the house so he needed to guide her, and she didn't seem like she'd go willingly either. "Are you full? Then let's get you a nice hot bath and some new clothes. Come along," he said as he gave the leash a gentle pull that would by more symbolic gesture than any real strength in it. He could feel the death glare from her though and he would pull on it again with more strength. "Come now. Lets make easy on both of us. I promise you that I will not be like my uncle," he said to her, though the leash part certainly wasn't convincing in his action vs his words.
 
The food was gone far quicker than she would have liked, and a part of her wasn't sure if the bowl had only been partially full or if she'd simply eaten it so quickly it had disappeared already. Considering it was the first bit of food she'd had in... However many days, it wasn't a surprise that she'd wolfed it down before it was taken away from her. Spoon be damned, all that mattered was getting some food in her before she lost the opportunity.

He didn't seem to have any intention of taking the empty bowl away from her and even brought a new one with more food rather than refill hers, allowing her to see every moment of the food being transported from the pot into her bowl before he held it out a short distance from her. A large part of her wanted to claw at him, to see if she had enough strength to summon her claws and tear his limbs straight from his body, but the smarter part knew that would result in the food splattered across the floor and a waste. Instead, she snatched it away and growled at him, scooting back again and proceeding to devour the entire second bowl with barely a pause to breathe between bites.

It kept her sufficiently distracted and allowed him to sneak up behind her to grab at the leash, the bowl clattering to the floor as she whipped around and snapped at him with her teeth when she realized he was trying to tug her away from her designated spot on the floor. The first tug had been gentle and merely startled her, but the more forceful of the two had been what made her snap as she tried to dig her feet into the floor rather than allow him to pull her to her feet.

"Human promises lie."
 
What she said had some truth in it. He wasn't exactly being friendly and was still forcing her, but she was defiant from the distrust and he only wanted her to see and feel he was doing things for her benefit. He couldn't really retort to her effectively back as he knew that he will have to do something contradictory in order to give her some care. "I'm really sorry about this," he said to her as he would take the remote in hand and pressed the button. The collar around her neck would light up and shock her once again. It pained him a bit to watch her writhe in pain from the magic shock applied on her body and he could feel her venomous stare at him.

Hugo would yank on the collar to get her moving on her feet. "Move please. I'm going to give you a bath and it's upstairs," he said to her as he needed her to come along. he made sure to keep ahead of her as he was making her follow him along. His hand was still on the remote as much as he was holding her leash with the other hand. He guided her over to the stairs that would lead straight up to the second floor. His eyes were always on her as he wanted to be sure she wouldn't charge at him and serve some vengeance against him. The bathroom though is gonna be tricky. He will have to be in the same room with her as he needs to fill the bathtub with water.

"Take off your clothes right here," he would tell her as he had her standing in the hallway. He would keep his hold on the leash through the open door of the bathroom but realizing he would need to release the leash so she could take what's left of her top off in order to strip completely. His other hand would put the remote into his pocket once again and he would start turning on the hot water to start filling up the tub. It was going to be slow and loud as the tub began to fill, steam starting to build in the bathroom air. Once she was needing to strip her top clothes off he would release his hold on the leash, his other hand ready on the remote if she charged at him.

When the tub was almost ready, he would stand up and pointed at the tub. "Get in. You need to get cleaned," he said to her as he was no longer holding her leash. He didn't dare to stare away from her, perhaps remembering some guide book about pet dogs that needed to establish who is the dominant one here by eye contact. But she was a demon, not a dog. How much of that book could apply here?
 
She wasn't even sure if she made noise this time when he hit the remote, the pain was so intense that it tore through every fiber of her being as she writhed on the floor and gasped for a semblance of a proper breath as she shocks wove through and then began to subside. It took everything she had left in her to glare at him as she felt the rough jerk on the collar forcing her to her feet, her limbs half useless and twitching as she stumbled after him unwillingly and unsteadily as if programmed to move. At what point his hand migrated from the collar to the leash she wasn't sure, but it allowed her some room to breathe despite the confining nature of the thing itself.

The stairs were challenging and she stumbled more than once, nearly falling on her face if the leash hadn't jerked her to a halt and forced her to continue her clunky walk after her new owner. Why did she need a bath when she'd been cleaned before coming over here? Albeit, not the most thorough or long bath in the world, but they'd cleaned her enough before forcing her into the clothing and sending her on her way. So why was he insisting that she take a hot bath and get new clothing? Were her clothes not to his liking, was this another twisted mind that was going to insist she wear demeaning clothes and bend to his will?

The command was ignored at first as she watched him begin to fill the tub with hot water, but when she realized that his other hand was on the remote that continued to torture her she snarled before fumbling with her clothing. If she was going to be forced to strip down naked, she might as well do it on her terms, although she had no intention of letting him have his way with her without putting up a fight.

Her clothes hit the floor quietly as her tail snapped behind her back and then wrapped around her front, attempting some form of modesty as it curled between her legs and her arms crossed over her chest as she hissed. It wasn't until she was nearly in the tub that she realized she finally had a chance to keep the leash away from him, one arm leaving her bare chest to snatch it up and cradle it to her body before she shakily sank into the water and backed herself into a corner of the tub.

"Not your toy."
 
At least she was aware of being naked in front of him and using everything from her hands to the leash to hide her naked features as she climbed into the tub with her clothes on the floor. Still she huddled against herself and slinked to a corner of the tub, the steaming hot water soaking it up to her shoulders with how she is sitting and leaning. "I'm really sorry about all that. I'll make it up to you somehow. Believe me when I tell you, it's for your own good," he said to her though the death glare from her was more than telling that she didn't believe him at all. Hopefully the hot bath might mellow her just a bit.

Hugo though wondered how experienced she was in taking a bath herself. Most demons were said to be given the bare minimum to limit their violence and enforce their obedience. He would at least try to make a show of good will towards her. He took some liquid shampoo and squeezed it out into his hand, lathering it up to some bubbles and reached over to scrub his hands over her head. he might've gotten a few seconds on her head before he heard the water splash, a sign of a sudden movement. He withdrew his arm almost in time, getting a graze of her sharp claws on her hands and it drew some blood in a shallow slash. Hugo hissed in some pain and would look at the demon. He couldn't tell if she was still keeping up an angry front or had a hint of satisfaction on her face while she was mostly looking away from him. "Alright, just use the soap and shampoo here and wash up. I'll get myself cleaned up here too," he said to her as he would head to the sink. There would be some blood drops on the floor as he moved over to the sink to rinse off the bubbles and blood from his wound, the blood drops easily smeared by his footsteps and drying up quickly.

Hugo would then leave the bathroom with the door remaining open. He didn't think she would leave anyway, not when she would be naked and still be in the hot bath. Come to think of it, would demons get cold as easily as humans do once they leave the hot bath water? While he thought of this question, he would find some alcohol and bandage wrap from a small kit he kept around and fixed up his wound. He needed to quickly head back to keep an eye on her, while gathering some fresh shirt and shorts for her to change in to. He also prepared one set of bra and panties for her to wear as he was preparing for her arrival from the profile he was provided by the slave market.

"Are you done yet?" he would say as he was returning to the bathroom with some fresh clothes for her.
 
Bullshit he was sorry, and his false promise to make it up to her was dismissed just as quickly as it was spoken. None of this was for her own good, all of it was for whatever he wanted from her, whatever pain or pleasure he wanted for himself at her own expense. So she continued to glare at him, not deeming the false proclamation worthy of an answer as she shifted in the water and tried to sink a bit more into the heat. Despite the nature of the situation, the heat felt wonderful on her battered body even if it stung some, and her mind began to wander before she felt the touch of his hands on top of her head. When had he gotten close enough to put his fingers in her hair? How long had he been doing it before she'd finally realized what was going on and lashed out at him?

The smell of blood was in the air as her nails dragged over flesh and broke the surface before she jolted back, turning her head away even as her nose twitched and she huddled silently in the water. At least she still had enough strength to defend herself somewhat even if she'd only injured him by catching him off guard. An injury was an injury, and she'd be damned if she spent her entire time here without some sort of defense. At least now she could say she'd drawn blood on him regardless of the tortures that lay ahead.

Oh.

He was leaving her in there with all the soap to go and clean himself up. That was more confusing and distracting than the bits of blood left on the floor from where she'd hurt him, and she stared after him curiously before leaning out of the tub to grab the shampoo he'd started in with. The bastard hadn't even gotten her hair all the way wet before attempting to wash it, so it was a stringy mess of suds that she had to fix by submerging her head and then properly caring for her hair. It took time to get the long mass of hair done before she set to scrubbing at her sore body with the soap, and she was still working at it when he suddenly reappeared and made her shriek in surprise.

The soap was still bubbled on her skin as she glared at him and sank back down into the water, rubbing at it to wash it off and fumbling with the leash that was clipped onto her collar under the water. Stupid thing. Her fingers weren't cooperating properly to get it off and instead left it soaking wet and still firmly attached to the metal band around her neck, forcing a noise of frustration from her as she splashed at the water and huffed angrily.
 
Thankfully the demon was still in the bathtub and she reacted quite loudly to his return. She gave something of a snarl at him as she glared at him, the soap on her body still not entirely washed off an seemed more interrupted by his arrival. "Hey now, no need to snarl at me like that. I'm not going to eat you," he said as he tried to make a little joke with her. But her eyes were again looking like she was wishing death upon him as he sat there on the counter, giving her that little bit of space. "Hey now, hurry up with that soap or you're going to get sick. Come to think of it, do Demons get sick from a cold?" he said as he wanted her to finish up her bath. He would set her clothes on the side of the sink and took a towel to be ready for when she was ready to come out.

Perhaps it was her eyes that was most telling of all when she was done, albeit some more time later. He could see her eyes were telling him that she wanted to come out but not when he was there. He wasn't going to let her have it her way just yet and he held the towel out to her. "Come out now. Look, I'm not looking your way, so take this towel and dry yourself off. I've got some fresh clothes here for you," he said to her as he pointed to the folded pile on the bathroom counter.

Hugo would not leave her alone in this way as he would let her take hold of the towel and start dressing up in her new clothes. It was a shirt and shorts with a bra and panties set, all fresh and new looking, and not ragged at all. It would be snugly against her body form but the shirt would be a bit loose. Her hair was still wet so he took out a hair dryer and bravely stood behind her while she was facing the mirror. "Stand still. I'm just going to dry your hair," he said as he turned it on and pointed it at the back of her head, the blow dryer pouring out hot air to her wet hair, but he would need to part some of her hair aside to get to the inner parts of her hairline to properly dry her out.
 
Of course he wasn't going to eat her, that wasn't how it worked. She averted her eyes at his question of whether her kind could get sick from the cold, unwilling to give information that could potentially harm her without a fight. Why did he care if the cold could hurt them? Unless he was planning on dousing her in freezing water to purposely make her sick, then it didn't seem that information mattered right them. He was clearly trying to hurry her out of the bath despite her short amount of time in it, though, and she eyed the towel and clothing suspiciously as she finished rinsing off the soap.

There were several moments of contemplation before she stepped out and reached out to snatch the towel away from him, the other holding the wet leash firmly to herself as she retreated back near the tub and hastily wrapped herself up. Finally her fingers were cooperating enough to unclip the leash from the collar, although she didn't relinquish it and instead held it in her mouth as she worked on drying off before making a quick grab for the clothing.

They weren't quite what she'd expected. Still nothing to cover all of her injured limbs, but also not something lacy that showed off all of her curves like she was used to. Surely this was the precursor to the disgusting outfits he intended to force her into, but it would do for now even if she had to struggle to leave her tail free from their confines.

"No." The heat on her hair hadn't been entirely unwelcome when she'd felt the blowdryer start to work at the wet locks, but the hand parting her hair was too close for comfort and made her whip around to hiss at him before backing away from the mirror. Sneaky bastard, this one, a realization that made her tighten her hand around the leash to keep it far, far away from him. It was bad enough that he still had the remote he'd used to shock her multiple times, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of giving the leash back.

"Am clean now."
 
If she didn't have the ability to take a big bite of his neck with her teeth and claws, she would look adorable in holding the leash against herself so he wouldn't be able to pull her around like a pet slave that her status was. She certainly now looked clean and her strength has shown to be there in her body, even if diminished from the abuse from earlier. "Alright alright. You're clean now. Just wipe your hair a bit to make it dryer," he said as he tossed her the towel to her as she didn't seem pleased at him being close to her with the blow dryer. He didn't seem angry at her lashing out against him as she would still be keeping her distance from him. Now without a leash, he had to rely on her acute caution to have her follow him to the next destination.

"You're probably tired. I have a room prepared for you. Follow me and I'll take you to your bed. You can rest there. The room inside is yours," he said to her as he stepped backwards into the hallway. He would turn away and then step out of view, leaving her alone in the bathroom as the tub was still filled. Hugo would be planning on returning to unplug it and clean up around inside. For now, he would stand outside the bedroom that was across from his room, her room that had the door opened. "Over here," he would tell her, making sure she can go inside without impeding her approach.

Inside the bedroom was a basic setup. A single's bed with a window, a desk with a bookshelf with a few books, a closet with two sets of clothes, and a clothing drawer where more clothes could be kept, including half a dozen sets of bra and panties. A fan was set up in the room in case she'd like to use it when they enter the spring and summer months.
 
She couldn't have cared less about drying her hair at that moment, but since he was already throwing the towel at her she caught it and clutched it to herself along with the leash. At the very least, she could bring it with and hold onto it as a belonging of her own, even if it was damp from drying her after the bath. The fact that he even had to state that she was tired made her scoff slightly but otherwise make no retort, and she eyed him as such as he backed out of the bathroom and waited for her to follow. There seemed no point in staying inside the bathroom when there were clearly no weapons in there to use as a defense, and unless she planned on luring him in to drown him in the dirty water, it seemed the smarter move to follow him if only to explore. Plus, she was more than a little curious as to what 'her room' was going to constitute. Was it something small hidden under the stairs, or a hidden room in the basement under heavy lock and key? Something large but plain with nothing more than a worn blanket and pillow on the floor to keep her from freezing to death during the cold winter?

To her surprise, it was just across the hall from the bathroom she was now peering out of, her eyes narrowed in distaste as she sniffed at the air and cautiously stepped out of the bathroom. Now that the adrenaline from being shocked twice had worn off and the drugs were beginning to filter out of her system, she was very very tired from it all. All of the fighting, the screaming, the shocking, it had taken a toll and she was ready to find a corner to curl up in and rest a bit.

Not only did she find a bed inside the room but there was a desk and an open closet that had clothes hanging in it, then a dresser as well! There was even a fan in the room, not that she was going to need that in the middle of a human winter, but the fact remained that a luxury was sitting inside the room he was claiming was hers.

"What is catch?"
 
She certainly did seem fascinated of the room as she walked in and explored around it. It was likely she was never given this sort of treatment or care, that she might've been expecting a sort of broom closet. She would then turn to him and ask him what the catch was. He smiled as he stood at the doorway while she was inside the room. "Hmm, the catch. Well, I want you to rest and get healthy. I am also looking to make you my assistant for my work when you are ready. For now, get some sleep," he said and pointed at the clock on the bedside table next to her bed. "I'll come wake you in the morning for some breakfast," he said to her and flipped the light switch off then back on to show her where the light switch was. "Have a good night," he said as he closed the door to give her some privacy. He still had the remote on him but he wasn't shocking her or forcing her to sleep on command.

Hugo would clean up the bathroom once he shut the door, unplugging the tub and prepared for his own bed. He wasn't sure if she was going to sleep just yet, but he did notice she had slowed down a bit earlier, a sign that she probably would sleep sooner or later and not cause problems tonight. It was a rough first day, the first among many, and hopefully the next day would not be so terrible. He would return to his own room across from hers, sitting in bed and reading a book for awhile, though he was mostly still up to make sure she didn't leave her room to cause any sort of mischief after just entering her room.
 
Well, at least he understood her broken English well enough, so that was good, she supposed. His words were simultaneously confusing and unbelievable when he tried to tell her that he wanted her to rest and get healthy, as if any human cared about the well-being of a demon! The only thing they cared about was making sure they were alive enough to hit, fuck, torture as they saw fit. They didn't care about their beauty sleep or any sense of health past the obligation to keep their pet alive enough to be useful.

The assistant comment was equally as confusing, as she had no idea what he did for work or why he would want a demon assisting him with such. Did he run a brothel? A strip club? Maybe a fighting ring where he made money off pitting her kind against each other. She made no attempt to respond to him in any way as he mentioned breakfast and showed her how to work the light switch as though she were a stupid animal incapable of figuring it out.

Then the door shut and she was on her feet, moving around the room to sniff and peer at things with periodic looks back toward the closed door. After a minute she lowered herself to the ground and scooted the wet leash underneath the drawers designed to hold extra clothing, pushing it back as far as she could out of view and leaving it there away from obnoxious human hands before she resumed her exploring.

It didn't last long as there wasn't much to poke or pry into before she lost interest, and by that time the rest of the house seemed to be silent past the occasional noise of a bed shifting from his room across the hall. When that noise stopped some time later she crept over to the door and slowly opened it, peering out and then slinking over to the bathroom to make use of it before darting back into 'her' room and shutting the door quickly.

So far, so good.

The minutes passed and she hadn't been broken in on or lectured for using the bathroom, a fact that both mystified and slightly relieved her as she finally dared to test out the small bed in the room. The size of it didn't matter, the fact that it was a proper mattress at all and better than what she had previously been sleeping on was the important thing. The fact that it didn't take her long at all to fall asleep.. Well, that was slightly embarrassing.
 
Morning would come around and Hugo would be the first to awaken. It was 7am when he woke up and he would get up to head to the washroom to freshen up. He saw her room's door was still shut so she must still be asleep. He smiled as he would continue on to get ready for his day. Half an hour later, he would be dressed in a white lab coat and head downstairs to the kitchen where he would begin to cook breakfast. It was a set of ham and eggs with some toast and butter for each of them. He wondered if this would be enough for a demon to eat, though blood was still going to be a meal issue. Human blood was expensive in itself but animal blood was far cheaper and more abundant, but from what he can tell, demons didn't seem to enjoy animal blood. He would need to test that with his new demon assistant as he would be studying the social effects on her.

With breakfast ready on the table and steaming hot, he would take a metal soup scoop and a metal pan and walk upstairs. He would quietly open the door to see that she was still in bed asleep. He smiled as he was going to have a bit of fun with some risk of retaliation from her.

"BONG BONG BONG" rang the pot in the small bedroom as it echoed around and he would use his elbow to turn on the light. "Wake up, Wake up. It's time to get ready for breakfast," he said to her out loud. Oh how he kept his spot at the door as he watched her react. He figured she would be almost like a scared cat, angrily hissing at him while keeping her distance. "Food's ready to eat, so wash up and come downstairs," he said to her as he waved the pan in the air at her before stepping out to head back downstairs.
 
Her reaction to the onslaught of noise was instantaneous as she screeched, tumbling from the bed in a mess of sheets and letting loose a series of unintelligible words in her native tongue. Was she under attack now that she'd let her guard down enough to sleep? Had someone come to steal her away from her new owner during the night, were they being attacked for his riches or something else within the home?

When she realized the noise was coming from where he stood in the doorway with metal things in hand she hissed loudly, crouched awkwardly on the floor where she'd fallen and taken up a defensive posture in her moment of terror. How cruel was this man that he would interrupt her first moment of peace in so many days? Was this an awakening she was going to come to expect from here on out?

The first thing she was able to grab was one of the books off the shelf, and she launched it out of the room after him before retreating back inside with a growl and beginning to pace with the sheet wrapped around her. Was a meal truly worth whatever humiliations he intended to bestow on her, or would it be better to simply stay in the room and keep to herself for as long as she was able?

When he didn't come rushing back to strike her for throwing the book she listened carefully, waiting another couple minutes before she dared to slip out of the room and creep down the stairs toward where they'd eaten the night before. Whatever was in there smelled... Good, actually.
 
Hugo was getting some milk from the fridge when he saw her come into the dining room and smiled at her. "Good, you came. Sit down there. No eating on the floor," he said to her as he sat down at the table and waited for her to sit down. He had her plate at his side first and he would gesture her to sit across from him. "Promise you sit at the table and eat, not on the floor, and you can have this food," he said to her as he wanted her to sit with him. His eyes didn't leave hers in this little match up of human and demon, the remote likely still on him yet he hadn't used it today. There were no sedatives either to inhibit her so he could expect some defiance from her. When he would hear her at least give a promise to behave, he would set the plate on the table on her spot and then some metal utensils. It was a common pair of every day items but it was still metallic and sharp, a risky thing for him to give to a demon like her who would be across the table from him now.

"Tell me your name. I am Hugo. What is it you'd like me to call you?" he said to her as he wanted to make some conversation with her. He would start to eat slowly, cutting his ham with his knife and fork as if to show her how to use it in a polite manner. He had an inkling of a feeling she'd eat with her hands, much like she poured the beef stew last night into her mouth from the bowl instead of eating with a spoon. He reached over to pass her a glass of cold milk to help satiate any thirst, a plate of hot toast with some butter smeared for her was also pushed forward to try to entice her to talk to him with this good will gesture.
 
She certainly wasn't going to sit at his side, but she could stomach sitting across from him if it meant getting the meat on the plate. She didn't bother to speak in response to his little demand, but she did take a seat across from him with a huff and wrapped the sheet more securely around herself. If it was supposedly hers, what was to stop her from bringing it to the table with her? She was cold! The clothes didn't cover much of her at all and she didn't have the extra weight to insulate the heat inside the home anymore.

Once the plate and utensils were placed in front of her she stared coldly at him, noting the way that he seemed to be silently instructing her as if she'd never seen silverware before in her life. She wasn't a complete savage despite what humanity thought of her kind, and she glared at him before picking up the fork very slowly and stabbing it into a piece of ham. Bloody bastard.

Had he not bothered to look at any of the paperwork that had come with inheriting her? It had read Tivvy loud and clear across the paperwork, unless the old man had taken to referring to her as a 'bitch' or a 'slut', or any of his other numerous insults on all the documents as well. She looked at him with disgust before shoving the piece of ham in her mouth, chewing carefully before stabbing another piece of food with exaggerated effort.

"Why you care? He rarely use name, always insults."
 
Hugo chuckled as he leaned his arms on the table and faced him. "And I'm not my uncle. I wanted to hear your name from you. That way, you will be treated like a person instead of a demon slave. Go on, tell me," he said to her as he then head to the fridge and took out a bottle of maple syrup. he would pop open the top and gesture it at her toast. He wondered if she had maple syrup before and he pulled the plate of toast back. It may not be meat but it was still food for her. "Want to try this? tell me your name and I'll pour some over your toast," he said to her as he took her knife then to pour just a sample drop over the knife and handed it back to her to taste test it. Should she enjoy that taste and he catch her eye, he hoped that his simple request from her would be answered and she would get some more of this tasty treat over the toast that was hers. Tasty food is quite a good motivator, even if its for mere calorie purposes and her nature having a preference for blood.

with Breakfast coming to a close, he needed to keep her attention on him some more as he would notice more of her scarrings on her arms. He wanted to do a quick check over her body, but she is still not the most cooperative type of demon in the house. But he had a bit of a plan in mind. His breakfast was done, his utensils were set, and she seemed quite finished with her meal as well.


"Now onto some new business. I want to do a quick inspection of your body," he said to her. THe way he put it could sound more like he was inspecting the goods he just bought, inspecting her for something more nefarious in mind. He could see the hostile caution in her eyes and he chuckled at that. "Hear me out. I just want to see the extent of your injuries and heal some of them. If you behave well, I'll give you a reward," he said to her. He got up from the table and headed to the garage which was out of sight. He would have a locked fridge and freezer unit that was demon locked and would open with a password and his fingerprint. Once he opened it, he would take out a blood pack from the fridge side. He walked back into the dining room and held out the bulging blood pack in his hand. He wanted to be sure he caught her attention now.

"If you come with me to the study and let me inspect you, to apply some medicine, I'll let you eat this entire pack of blood," he said to her. He smiled as he wanted to hear her make an agreement. He wasn't forcing her along like a vicious master would but making a deal with her. He wanted her agreement and permission.
 
What in the hell was he trying to bribe her with? Tivvy watched curiously as he moved to the fridge and got the syrup out, but she was more concerned with the fact that he was pulling back the plate with the bread on it. The bastard was taking away her food if she refused to tell her name! All he needed to do was look at the paperwork, so why was he so insistent that she say it herself? She'd been so deprived of food until last night that it was worth considering, and when he drizzled the syrup over a knife she briefly considered using it to stab him before instead snatching it up and sniffing at it.

Whatever it was smelled very sweet, and after staring at him suspiciously for several seconds she licked at it before her expression changed completely. It was... Interesting, to say the least. Sticky and sweet, but she could see why it would go good on bread and make it easier to choke down rather than eating it plain and dry with nothing to wet her mouth.

"Tivvy." There was a minute amount of satisfaction on her face when he followed through on his word and returned the bread with the syrup added, and she pulled the dish close to her to assure it wouldn't go missing again. He was eyeballing different parts of her as she worked on the food as quick as she could, trying to ignore the screaming of her stomach as it rebelled against so much food all in one sitting. Who knew when she would be given the opportunity to eat this well again? If she didn't risk getting sick by eating it all now it might be days before she had a proper meal again!

She'd barely finished her food when he spoke again, her eyes narrowing and her tail snapping behind her back at his words. He wanted to do what to her now? Like hell he was going to strip her down and leer at her like every other common human male. He'd already tormented her by shocking her and forcing her to strip just to bathe, now he wanted her to willingly strip down for him again? Fat chance.

Reward?

She cocked her head curiously, watching him disappear from sight and taking that opportunity to snatch the tiny bits of crumbs left on his plate before retreating to her seat. When he reappeared he had a bag of blood in his hand that instantly caught her attention, forcing her to sit upright in the chair despite the pain it caused and focus on the cold red liquid inside.

"No naked? Only show hurt?"
 
Haha, so she could make a bargain after all, her eyes completely focused on the blood bag. He would slowly move it around in his hand and would see her eyes follow it as she then made her terms for his deal. He smiled as he nodded his head. "Okay, just your arms, legs your face, and to lift your shirt up to see your belly and backside. Nowhere else," he said to her as he laid out where he would inspect her and apply some medicine to her.

He would gesture her to follow him, leading her out of the kitchen to another part of the house on the first floor. There he would lead her in to his small laboratory with an adjacent room growing some herbal plants. There was also a medical bed in another corner of the room and he would guide Tivvy over. "Sit here," he said as he patted the bed. He would take a medicine box and take some alcohol and ointment with some cotton pads. He would set the blood bag on a plate that would be out of reach but certainly within her eye sights to know that he wasn't going to hide it away from her.

He would gently take hold of her arms first, checking over the old wounds and scars that his uncle inflicted upon her. Many were old, many were also barely healed, likely from being deprived of blood to heal her body properly. Still he hoped some of this ointment he developed would be effective on her, to treat wounds of a demon that is different from human. "This is ointment that I developed myself. I hadn't had a chance to test it properly but it's safe to use," he said to her as he would take a cotton ball and dabbed it in alcohol first to apply it around her slow healing wounds. It probably won't sting as she still had light scarring on them but he wanted to make sure they were clean at the s tart. He then would take some of the ointment cream and smeared it along her wounds, slowly rubbing it in circles around large areas of her arms until they melted down into her skin and acted like a sheen of light oil. "How do you feel?" he asked her. It would feel like a warm sensation as he hoped it would stimulate her body to better heal itself in time, even if she was lacking enough blood for healing completely.

He would proceed to continue along her other arm, doing the same and giving a look of pity as she was abused in every part of her body. He would kneel down next to inspect her legs, gently lifting them up to perform the same treatments over the bruises and slow healing wounds of hers. "Is there any spot that you are still in pain? Just point it out or tell me and I'll take a look," he would tell her as he continued her treatment
 
Great, now he was taunting her by moving it around and watching her eyes follow it like a hungry beast. Whatever, so long as the bastard followed through on his word and gave her every drop that was inside, she could deal with him looking and making dabbing a bit of medicine on her. It was going to take a fair bit of time to truly heal from all the damage done to her body, and she wasn't entirely sure how much worse any of the internal wounds were since she couldn't see them.

She wasn't keen to follow him but did, keeping distance between them during the brief travel between the kitchen and their new destination. It seemed to be some sort of lab which automatically put her on edge, a hand gripping the doorframe tightly as she froze and stood there with her tail twitching and her ears tilted back. A lab was the absolute last place that she wanted to be caught in, but she really, really wanted that blood. Needed it, honestly, if she was going to survive whatever he had in store for her in the near future.

She eyed the bed skeptically before taking a seat gingerly on the edge of it, glancing over at the blood before immediately turning her attention back to him. She needed to see every move he made, assure herself that he wasn't going to whip a weapon out of somewhere and turn on her as revenge for clawing him before. He started with her arms which, while uncomfortable to be touched by him, weren't painful as he cleaned the minor wounds and then began to rub ointment into them. Whatever it was had a slightly strange smell to it, but it didn't seem to be having any negative effects and only warmed her skin as well as hydrated it. So far, so good.

"Warm." How else was she supposed to answer? He wasn't hurting her, not yet, and it wasn't doing anything past making her uncomfortable but at least warm. The way that he was looking at her as he inspected the various wounds was enough to increase her discomfort exponentially and make her look away, twitching only when he hit the worst of the bruises or cuts and sent prickles of pain through her limbs.

"No look." There were plenty of places that she ached, but some of them were places that she wasn't letting him anywhere near, and she instinctively pressed her legs together before reaching out to nudge his hands away from her. "Am fine. You looked, now give blood."
 
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