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She certainly seemed nervous and cautious when he started to inspect the more serious bruises. It was probably after treating the third bruise section that she pulled away and demanded that he not look anymore. He felt there was probably more spots but she seemed like she had quite enough and he figured this would be a good time to stop too. She then seemed quite insistent that he now uphold his end of the deal, the bag of blood that he had on the table that was to be her treat.

'Okay. A deal is a deal. Here is your reward," he said to her as he went to the table then passed her the bag. He wondered how she would eat it. Would she uncork it at the top or would she rip her fangs into the plastic bag and suck the blood out. He also wanted to observe what her reactions would be when she would be drinking animal blood instead of human blood. Prisoner reactions would not give him the necessary reactions and information, but with Tivvy a bit more free to express, he hoped he can get some feedback from her with her meal.

He would watch her reactions closely and he would very much answer the question of what kind of blood it was amidst a likely look of disgust. "It's pig blood, extracted from a seller about a week ago," he said to her as he would write down in a notepad of what she was saying and expressing. Hugo however was not going to react like other owners, who would whip and shock them into forcefully thanking the master for the meal.
 
At least he was holding up his end of the bargain. Tivvy watched his every movement carefully as he retrieved the bag and brought it over to her, snatching it up and jerking her legs up onto the bed so she was huddled there with the bag cradled to her chest. She sat like that for several seconds before it became clear he wasn't going to take it back as some sort of cruel joke, and only then did she begin to inspect it to see the best course of action for getting to the blood.

It appeared to be corked at the top to make it easier to store, and after peering at him several more times she fiddled with the cork and then managed to open it up. She'd known that the blood wasn't going to taste good due to being stored cold, but she hadn't expected it to taste this bad. Maybe she'd been stuck on the memory of him dripping his own blood into her food and assumed it would be human blood, but it was very clear that what she was sucking out of the opening wasn't anything remotely human. Not only was it cold, thick and somewhat sludgy from its method of storage, but it was enough to make her sputter and almost throw it up had she not been so desperate.

The glare she gave him would have killed if she'd been a gorgon, and she drew back to cough harshly and give her rebelling stomach a break from the awful taste. She managed to sputter out a question in broken English about what kind of blood was he trying to make her sick with, and finding out that it was pig was even more distasteful than if it had been an animal of prey like a deer. She noted that he was writing something down in a notepad and immediately stopped speaking, narrowing her eyes at him and shifting into a sideways position on the bed as she went back to sucking on the bag of blood. No matter how nauseated it made her feel, she needed to drink it before it was taken away from her. Only when the bag was fully empty and she looked sufficiently queasy did she set it to the side and press a hand to her stomach with a huff, turning her attention back to the human and giving him an annoyed look.

"What you write?"
 
Hugo would look up and smiled at her. "Just writing down notes on some research. Now tell me. How did you feel about the pig's blood? I want to know what you think about it," he said as he had a bit of excitement in wanting to know what she was thinking. It was probably quite a new thing for a master to want to hear what a demon slave has to say. "It can be from how it tastes, whether you'd like it warmer, or if you prefer the blood of something or someone different. Does it help your body as much as human blood?" he said to her as he listed off plenty of questions he'd like to hear from her.

In fact as he was listing each question to her in almost quick succession, he was shuffling closer to her on the bed, the notepad being written furiously as he was looking right at Tivvy. He would reach to take the empty blood bag from her so he could dispose of it safely later. With that out of the way, he would quickly pull a chair over next to the bed, interested in hearing what Tivvy had to say. He didn't particularly notice if he was frightening her with how close he is putting himself towards her, or how he wasn't showing anger towards her unthankful attitude towards him for giving her that bag of blood.

But he certainly wasn't in a position to block her way from escaping. He might still have the remote on him but his hands were busy with a pen and notepad, the laboratory doors for this single ward room and the lab equipment room was also left open and unlocked. She could easily scamper away to hide from him, to risk him shocking her again but it would prove to her that he would be no different from his uncle if he did so. It was certainly a choice if she wants to stay and talk to him, or run and hide from him, or perhaps give him a very frosty attitude towards him.
 
"Why?" She narrowed her eyes at him and glanced down at the notepad in disgust. The fact that he was writing down what she did and said was unnerving and only added to the anxiety and her upset stomach, and the smile on his face was downright disturbing. He seemed so interested in her reaction that she wasn't sure what to say about it. It had been obvious she hadn't liked the fact that it was animal blood and it was cold, but now he was asking for ideas on how to make it taste better for her? A taunt, surely.

"Stop questions." Not only was he firing them all off at her rapidly and in a manner that wouldn't have allowed her time to answer even if she had wanted to, he was moving closer and closer to her with each over the top question he asked. Despite the fact that she wasn't offering much in the way of words he was scribbling away on that damned thing almost nonstop until he paused to take the empty pack from her, a movement that had her recoiling and trying to force herself to the furthest edge of the bed just to get away from him. Why did he have to be so close?

"Enough of questions and talking and touching!" It had been hard enough to sit still while he'd worked on medicating her wounds and even more so when he'd asked about other unseen and aching spots, but now he was essentially backing her into a corner with his attack of question after question, the scribbling of the pen on paper excruciating to her sensitive ears as her heart began to race and she found that for the first time since her arrival the previous night, she wasn't just angry and defensive, but she was frightened, and she was panicking.

The next words that left her mouth weren't in English whatsoever but instead her mother tongue, limbs flailing as she launched herself off the bed and darted around him. Damn him if he shocked her and halted her in her run, but she wasn't going to spend another minute in the room with him when he was making her feel so small, so trapped and under the microscope from whatever obsession had taken hold of him.

She didn't look back even once, risking the threat of the shock as she stumbled into things with a yelp and then slipped out the open door toward the way they had come. She didn't know enough of the house to know where to run yet, but she did know where the kitchen and her room was, and the kitchen was unfortunately much closer. It wouldn't have been her first choice of places to hide away from him, but it had sharp utensils and it had a fridge she could scamper up on top of... Which was exactly what she did once she'd grabbed the first pointy utensil she could find, and perched herself delicately on top of the fridge to survey from above.
 
Hugo didn't think Tivvy would react so strongly against his questioning, or how he was closing in on her personal space at the same time. She gave him quite a loud and undecipherable response as she seemed to say something with a hint of a hiss at him before she would scramble around him and out of the laboratory. Her scramble seemed quite panicked as she was knocking over chairs and tables, the hallway tables knocked over with a crash. He would try to run after her but she was certainly stronger than a human so he followed her into the kitchen. He would pass into the kitchen and past the fridge before he heard the metallic shakings of the fridge and he would look up to see Tivvy hiding right up there, holding what looks like a fork from the utensil drawer.

"Haha, calm down. I'm sorry. Did I frighten you a bit? I got too excited back there," he said as he raised his hand forward to try to show he meant no harm, that he didn't want to scare her anymore. She certainly gave off the aura of a demon who wants to be given some peace. He would take that step back while feeling daggers come out of her eyes against him and he chuckled at feeling so much animosity towards him. "Tell you what. You can roam and explore this house for awhile. I'll be in my lab to do some work. Then lets go out for a bit of lunch and get you something better to wear," he said to Tivvy. Perhaps it would calm her down and relax a bit of her guard if he gave her some free reign of this house, let her roam and explore she certainly is giving him an impression of a cat that was just adopted. "We can even go find a blood bag you would like. But it has to be animal blood. Human blood is too expensive and hard to come by," he said to her to sweeten the deal for her.

Hugo turned away and walked toward the direction of the laboratory. "Take a bit to think. I'll be doing my work now. There are some cookies in that jar over there, so take a few. Just don't break anything. I'll come around around lunch time," he said as he would point at the jar and gave her a small wave of his hand to her before he would leave and head to his lab. Of course he had his house hidden cameras around so he could watch what she would be doing from inside the lab while he fulfills the medicine orders to be sent out
 
The hand extended in her direction did the opposite of calm her down. It made her hiss and retreat further into the corner of where the fridge met the wall, her fingers wrapped tightly around the fork she'd procured as he seemed to realize he needed to step back. It wasn't enough to make her loosen her hold on the fork or move from where she'd backed herself into, but she didn't do anything more than glare at him now as he continued to talk as if nothing had happened. So calm, amused by the situation that it made her want to slap that look right off his face.

"Out?" Hadn't there already been clothes in the room he'd told her was hers? Why did they suddenly need more clothing? If he took her into one of those revolting shops that sold scraps of lace and leather she was going to tear his throat out before she died... But the mention of lunch was enough to keep her relatively calm for the moment, and the promise of blood was enough for her to perk up slightly.

Animal blood was garbage, but it came in varying levels of garbage. Something better than what she'd been given before still wasn't human, still wasn't enough to properly sustain her or taste good at all, but it had to be better than that shit he'd given her before. At any rate, he was claiming to give her space for a bit and do his work before they were off and out into the public, something she had no desire to do if not for the thought of blood that wasn't vomit worthy.

The mention of cookies did little to draw her attention even when he pointed, and when he left the room she continued to stare at the empty doorway for several minutes before daring to hop down from the fridge. It was harder to get down than it had been to leap up in her panicked and animalistic state, and she nearly slipped before catching herself on the counter and then lowering herself to the floor.

Still safe, he hadn't returned to taunt or punish her for anything she'd done. Now what was she supposed to do? Her mouth felt gross from the combination of everything she'd eaten and drank that morning, and after a cautionary look around she slunk back to the bathroom he'd forced her to bathe in yesterday and searched around for a toothbrush. It took longer than she would have liked to find it, but once she had she set to scrubbing all of the filth from her mouth, poking her head out into the hallway halfway through with the toothbrush still sticking from her mouth. Only when she assured herself it was safe did she duck back inside and set to finishing the task, rinsing out her mouth and then moving on to explore other parts of the house.
 
Hugo would work on making the potions and medicines that was on order, but he would also take the time to look at the security camera feeds on the other computer screen in the laboratory. It was a bit of time but Tivvy certainly would come down from the top of the fridge and headed to the upstairs bathroom where she seemed quite cautious as she was poking her head out again and again, the sound of brushing her teeth could be heard outside in the hallway camera. He made sure he didn't install any inside the bathroom for privacy sakes. It was then she would go out to explore more of the house around.

There were a few more unused rooms, guest rooms as they were. There was a closet with spare food and materials, another closet with cleaning supplies. That was on the upper floors. The food themselves were various canned goods and were mostly of fish and beef. There certainly wasn't any blood up there. Downstairs would be the living room where there was a set of couches and a TV, a table and some bookshelves. a radio was nearby by the room window.

"Lets have a bit of fun," Hugo said to himself as he took a universal remote from his desk and pressed a button. The TV would suddenly switch on and blast out a scene of an action tv show, making loud bangs and the characters shouting out their lines. He would enjoy her reaction to such a surprise. He would then turn the lights on then off, repeatedly about twice more.

The room next to it was a study, another place where he does paperwork with drawers and shelves and a computer. Another bathroom was present close by on this floor, though lacking a shower stall. Another broom closet was next to the bathroom. It was certainly a sizeable house in general and it was clean unlike the uncle's place where she was confined, and he had no set up where he would purposely cage Tivvy, meaning that her bedroom was still hers to use.
 
Was the house itself possessed? First the television had blared to life with a deafening sound followed by shouting and various noises from the action movie. She'd been only feet away from the device when it startled her and sent her hurtling over the nearest piece of furniture, her ears laid back and ringing from the sheer volume so close to her. Once she regained her footing from the impromptu hurdle over the couch she swept her gaze around the room in anticipation of seeing the human there laughing or leering at her, but she saw nothing but the empty room and its various decorations to keep her company.

Okay, so the television glitched, she knew human technology was prone to glitch and it wasn't entirely implausible. Still annoying, and her ears were still ringing from the brief damage of being so close when it had switched on. That didn't explain the fact that the lights were flickering now, and at first Tivvy thought it was a trick of her eyes until it did it again, and then once more before they seemed to stabilize and remain on.

Maybe he'd drugged the blood and she was just now feeling the effects. That was the only thing that explained everything she was seeing when the human was nowhere in sight. If he'd drugged her after tending to her wounds then she did not want to know his ulterior motives, which meant she needed to find herself somewhere to hide away until she was sure it was out of her system.

None of the rooms on that level were of immediate use to her, but when she poked her head back inside the study she honed in on the desk and had a sudden idea. Moving the furniture across the room in what was deemed 'her' room would be too troublesome, but if she really put all of her strength into moving the desk just inside this room... Well, she could block the door long enough to regain her senses.

She darted into the room and slunk around to where the desk was, ignoring anything on top of it and instead wriggling around until she could position her body against it and begin to push. It wasn't pleasant, and the piece of furniture pressing against her thin body caused pinpricks of pain wherever the pressure increased with each movement, but she was determined to get that piece of furniture the last few feet and pushed up against the door as a barricade.
 
He saw that Tivvy had made her way to the study and seemingly was now trying to push the wooden computer desk towards the door. It was slow going as it was rather heavy for its frame but she was slowly pushing it across the floor. He sighed with a chuckle, getting up and then pulling out another leash as she was still in possession of the first one somewhere. He saw that some time had passed as he was working while watching her explore the place meticulously.

As she was just about to push the desk over to the doorway, he would open the door, the door opening outward to the hallway. "My my, aren't you being quite a busy body," he said to her with an amused face. He then looked at the clock and saw it was getting close to lunch time and he gestured her to come over. "It's almost lunch time. Lets go out now and we can get you something nice to eat. Have you had hamburgers before?" he said to her as he would step back.

When Tivvy eventually does come over his way, he would take the leash out and quickly latch it on to the back of her collar hook when she wasn't looking at him. "Hey now. You'll be in trouble if you aren't in a leash outside. Do you want to be taken to a slave jail or market again as a stray demon?" he said to her when it was likely she was going to fight him. He wanted her to think about that prospect before she acted out and he would reach his hand over bravely to pat her between her horns on her head. "Relax. I won't be purposely tugging you. It's just for appearances outside, and so you don't get lost," he said as he would walk with her over to the garage where he had his car. He opened up the passenger side and pointed at the seat for her to sit in and then reached over her so he could buckle her in. "Wear this whenever you ride this," he said to her. He would then head over to the drivers side and seat himself in an buckled up as well. A turn of the key and the car would come awake with the running of the engine. He would then start to drive towards a food outlet in the suburban neighborhood. She would be given that chance to see the passing people and houses and various other buildings and lights, sights she would normally be deprived of
 
She'd almost gotten the desk to the door when it opened the wrong way and he appeared in the now open doorway. She hissed angrily at him when he gestured to her, stubbornly holding her position and looking around for any possible route of escape. Unfortunately, him standing in the doorway meant he had blocked her only way out unless she lunged over the desk and tried to either tackle him or slide between his legs, and both of those options were almost impossible to follow through with in her current state.

"No." At least he was stepping back now to give her some space. She didn't trust him in the slightest with everything he'd done to her so far when it came to lack of personal space or taunting her simply because he could, and her suspicion was well founded less than two minutes later. She had hesitated, standing inside the study observing him cautiously for some time before finally daring to move around the desk and approach the doorway before trying to figure out how she could slip by without actually having to touch him.

He'd taken advantage of that momentary distraction to clip a new leash onto her collar, causing her to panic and flail before his words brought her to an abrupt halt. Well now, that wasn't fair to blackmail her with the threat of what could be done to her if she didn't submit herself to the humiliation and restraint of a leash like she was some common animal. The hatred on her face was clear as she debated spitting on him, jerking at the leash when she felt the touch of his hand on her head and recoiled.

"Touch again and I tear out throat." She wasn't there to be pet like a dog. He wasn't giving her much of a choice with anything else, although she had to admit it was rather amusing that the idiot had taken her all the way to the car and made her get in without any shoes for her feet. Not only was she leaving the house in winter in clothing not remotely suited for the cold weather, but he was making her do it with nothing to protect her feet from the cold!

She ignored his instructions about the seatbelt, instead snatching the leash away from him as he started the car and put his hands on the wheel. There was no need for him to be pulling on it with every turn of the wheel and she cradled it to her chest, pulling her legs up and tucking them there to try and warm herself as she absently rubbed at her freezing feet.

Just what was his man's game?
 
The car would have its heater turned on as they drove, slowly warming up the cold car soon and he would drive them down the road. He would soon turn into a parking lot where there were several outlets, one of which was a major general store called Walmart, with a Mcdonalds inside. He parked closely to the outlet and would turn off the car. "Just stay close to me and try to ignore the other people," he said to her as he would step outside and come over to the passenger side, unlocking it and opening it. He knew it was cold so he would take the leash from her quickly and shut the door. He would walk with her quickly inside where it was warm but with a cold hard floor.

"Let's get you some shoes and some warmer clothing first, then I'll get you a nice hamburger," he said to her as he would walk with her along the path. many people were certainly starring at her, some kids making some jeering noises at Tivvy when she passed by. Hugo had to make sure his grip on the leash was tighter so she wouldn't explode and run off after them, nor would she wander too far from him. He did promise he wouldn't pull hard but he needed to keep her close to him along the way.

Hugo could only wonder why it could be a challenge to merely bring Tivvy over to the clothing section for women and demons. The demon outfits certainly was a fetish type for half of the stock and he would steer clear from them, less he accidentally further antagonize Tivvy further. "Now now, everything will be alright. Just focus ahead and on me," he said to her as he would switch over to get between her and the passing kids as they left them alone. He would take a foot measurer and set it in front of her. "Here, set your foot here," he said to her as he would take a look at what her foot size would be. "Now sit and wait here. I'll get you some shoes and socks," he said to her. He then went to find some socks and a set of sneakers to get her to try out. He made sure that he kept himself in her view as he would find the two items, bringing a set of black socks that goes above her ankles and some red sneakers. "Here, try these on," he siad to her
 
At least he had the decency to turn the heater on, not that it would matter much when she was dressed as she was. Her body didn't regulate temperature properly in her current state of health and the lack of proper clothing only made matters worse. They hadn't driven very far before pulling into a lot where the car was shut off anyway, leaving her sitting there waiting impatiently for him to round the vehicle only to order her around more. It was humiliating, and she was contemplating if being dead would have been better than enduring this for the foreseeable future yet again.

She nearly balked at the door before he tugged her inside, the floor freezing beneath her feet and the people abruptly beginning the staring they were so fond of. It wasn't like demons were unheard of, they were common enough knowledge even if they weren't widely owned, but these humans insisted on staring at her as if she was nothing more than a wild beast, a rarity to be talked about in hushed whispers and leery gazes. Perhaps she was a wild beast, but at least a wild beast would have been given a proper chance to defend themselves. She was not.

When they neared the women's clothing she dug her feet in momentarily and growled at the sight of the skimpy clothing, relenting only when it became clear he was avoiding that particular section and instead sticking to the more 'normal' areas of the section. A scoff sounded at his reassurance as he made sure to get between her and the jeering humans, as if his assurances meant anything to her after the tricks he'd played on her. Like she believed a word he said anymore, not that she had put much stock into it to begin with.

She made no effort to fight him against measuring her feet, however, eager to get something warm on them lest she find herself sick again. Being sick in the human world was not something she was fond of, and since she didn't want to find herself even more defenseless against this bastard, she begrudgingly took a seat on the small plush ottoman and waited for him to return with socks and shoes.

They weren't anything she would have picked out, but after staring at him for a long moment she snatched them up and shoved them onto her feet, tugging the socks up and situating them properly before slipping her feet into the shoes. They were much better than all of the heels that she'd been forced into, and a part of her wondered what kind of trickery lay within being handed these shoes, or what kind of payment he would insist on taking from her later for offering a meager comfort.

"What is catch?"
 
Tivvy had been looking at the socks and shoes for awhile but Hugo was patient as he stood there and waited until she snatched them up and slipped the socks and shoes on quite quickly. Despite her distrustful look, she seemed quite pleased with her new shoe sets and was stretching her feet around. "Hmm, how about a thank you and a smile?" he said to her. Likely she would probably do the opposite with a scowl, maybe think he was just messing with her with a steep price later on. He chuckled at her a bit as he gestured her to follow him along to where the female clothings were. While there were a few sets of clothing at home, he figured this is a good opportunity to take a look at what might interest her as well as to pick out a winter jacket and wool hat for her head, though perhaps earmuffs would be more effective given her horns might be in the way for the hats.

He would bring Tivvy over to the racks of clothing, all with different colors and designs. "Go on. Take a pick of what you might like," he said as he gestured for her to go rummage through the clothing. He wouldn't be the one to dig through them for her, but in fact letting her pick and choose herself. He would nod his head to her that he really meant it, that she could go pick something out for herself. He would at least still keep close by with the leash in hand, so that security wouldn't consider her as a demon slave on the loose, the leash would not be tightly held or yank her back unless she got too far too quickly for Hugo to catch up to her. When she did seem to find a set or two that piqued her interest, he would take her over to the changing room, releasing his hold on the leash so she could enter inside for some privacy. "Take your time there and don't tear the clothing. They have a buy policy if we break it," he said to her through the door.

And while he waited, he would rummage through some of the winter coats nearby that should be her size. He found a red coat that was puffy, a perfect jacket to wear outside in the cold. He would take hold of it to pass it to tivvy once she opens the door
 
"No." He hadn't given her an answer, so why would she grant him something like gratitude, much less a smile? His lack of answer coupled with the multiple shocks from yesterday were still fresh in her mind, not to mention how he'd gotten so close to her and bombarded her with questions she was barely capable of comprehending, much less interested in answering. Was a pair of socks and shoes supposed to solve all that simply because he'd stopped making her walk around in the freezing cold barefoot?

He wasn't giving her much of a choice but to follow along to the other sections of clothing nearby, but at least he was straying from the fetish wear and overly skimpy clothing she had feared he would go straight for. That was a start, even if it was only temporary and that changed after the initial adjustment. When he instructed her to look through the clothing herself and pick out something she might like she eyed him suspiciously, still wondering what the catch was since he was refusing to answer her questions properly, or even at all, really.

He seemed to think a nod and gesture was all it would take to reassure her, and while she was still very suspicious of his motives she didn't think he would stoop to beating her in the middle of the store with an audience, so she cautiously began to sort through the clothes, peering back at him frequently as if she was just waiting for him to yank her back by the leash and say they were going.

She hovered near a couple items of clothing but made no direct move to pick them up until instructed, and she reluctantly scooped up a plain pair of black sweatpants and a gray shirt with some sort of flower on the front, then thought for a moment and snatched up a near matching set with some different designs on it and followed him toward where the dressing rooms were. They seemed self explanatory, and she was thankful for the brief reprieve from the leash as she all but lunged inside and slammed the door to enjoy a few moments without the extra constraint on her person.

It didn't change the situation or her mood much, but at least once she had wriggled into the first set there was a bit more modesty, even if the outfit wasn't particularly flattering. The last thing she cared about was flattery, though, and the comfort of the sweatpants didn't go unnoticed, although she wasn't particularly fond of the design on the shirt it was at least soft, and she didn't even bother to try on the second set before going out holding her original, skimpy outfit, and the other items of clothing cradled to her chest.

"Keep?"
 
Hugo would give a clap of approval as she came out with her new clothes. It certainly made her seem more normal than just a slave with the clothing she had on earlier. Clothing really does make the person. "Yes. You can keep after I pay for it. Wear it for now," he said to her as he would pat on a chair. "Here, drop those clothes here and try this on next," he said to her as he passed her the coat. He wanted to make sure it was the right size and surely she should feel quite warm in it. "How is it? Does it fit?" he said through the door as he gestured for a clerk to take the clean set of clothes to be ringed up at a nearby cashier in the area. He would wait for her to step out next, either the coat on her body or in her arms. He hoped she would enjoy that coat and keep her properly warm outside in the winter air.

"Okay, follow me now Tivvy. We have to scan and pay for the clothes on your body so you can walk out in them," he said as he gestured her to come over. He would walk over to Tivvy to take hold of the leash once more for appearances and to keep her from getting away. When she was close by, the clerk would look at tivvy with some disdain but kept quiet in front of Hugo, her owner, and she would take the scan gun to scan at the barcodes on the tags on her clothes. Hugo would pass out some money and her clean set was put into the bag, the other set is on her body, and a separate bag to hold her old clothes to take back with them.

"alright, now are you still feeling hungry? Lets get you a hamburger as a reward for your patience," he said to her as he would begin walking with Tivvy over to the Mcdonalds. As they were getting closer to the burger joint in the store, the stronger the smell of burgers in the air would be. He would take her inside the sitting area where he would have her stay with him. many eyes were again staring at her but Hugo didn't seem nervous or ashamed to have her next to him like this, especially when she was so well dressed for a demon slave. Moments later he would have two sets of burgers and fries with a soda each. he would take Tivvy over to a table which he sat down at one seat and waited for Tivvy to take the seat opposite of him at the small table. "Go on. eat up," he said to her
 
The sound of the clap startled her and made her flinch as she watched him with wide eyes, but she seemed satisfied with the acknowledgment that they would be keeping the clothes and that she could keep what she now had on. It was much warmer than what he'd forced her out of the house in, much more comfortable, and the prying eyes were at least merely due to her species rather than the amount of skin showing. It was a small improvement, but an improvement nonetheless.

Then she was being shooed back into the dressing room to try on a coat, one that was definitely a color she wouldn't have chosen on her own, but definitely enough to keep her warm if she wasn't being subjected to the snow for hours on end without reprieve. She took a moment to admire the way it fit in the mirror inside the dressing room before stepping back out still wearing the coat, refusing to give up something that was finally keeping her warm. She would wear it until the heat became too much and she was forced to remove it.

She gave a startled jerk when he took the leash again but only glared at him, still keeping her speech incredibly limited as he led her to the checkout counter where the worker scanned the tags on her clothing with obvious disdain. It wasn't her fault she was being kept as a slave in a world full of filthy humans, she would have been thrilled to go back to her own world and never step foot in this disgusting realm again. It had brought her nothing but pain and misery for years to come and that didn't seem to be changing enough to matter.

Of course she was hungry, what kind of a question was that? The look on her face spoke her thoughts clearly as she huffed and followed along, not that she was being given a choice considering the pull of the leash if she moved too slow. The promise of food was enough to keep her moving at a reasonable speed alongside him, but the stares of the audience around them had her on high alert with her ears and tail constantly twitching and her posture stiff.

At least he was releasing the leash so they could sit to eat, and she contemplated snatching it back before deciding that would draw too much unwanted attention. The moment they were back at his house, however, she intended to hide it away just like she'd done with the previous one. Hopefully he wasn't intending on them being out too much longer, her body was unaccustomed to this much walking in one go and she was already growing tired from the effort of it all. She should have been happy to stretch her legs and have access to fresh air, but the amount of sounds and smells around them was overwhelming on its own, distracting her from properly enjoying the meal as she took tentative bites of it and continued to look around the area nervously.

"What now?"
 
He smiled at her as she was eating in front of him, but she was still a nervous little one in the midst of the crowd, her eyes seen darting left and right as she was paying attention to the other people around them. She was looking quite jumpy, though given her upbringing as a slave to human society he shouldn't be too surprised at her defensive attitude to everyone around them, especially when eyes were staring at her too.

It was then she asked him what was next and he smiled at her. "We'll leave this place after this meal and then go to the next store. We'll take a look around what sort of blood is available and we'll pick some up for home," he said to her. He hoped that small plan of his would brighten her mood, the prospect of getting some blood food for her after all this clothes shopping. It should also be a place with less people around to make her nervous.

As he talked to her, he would squeeze out some ketchup to go with her fries, dipping some fries in then eating it. Hopefully she would try it out as well for their lunch meal. With their lunch soon over, Hugo would step up and take the tray to take to the trash, dumping the garbage away before returning to their table to take hold of her leash again. "Lets go now," he said to her. He would pass her the clothes bags for her to carry as they walked to the exit, which would seem quite faster now as they were leaving with her things bought for her. As they exit through the wide opening doors, they both would be met by the winter air and Hugo would look to Tivvy to see if she was pleased with her new winter jacket. "We'll just walk over there," he said as he pointed to a shop to their left.

entering inside would be a small store front. There would be fridges all along the wall. Each would be a fogged up glass door but inside would indicate different animal blood inside them. Of course there was a sign that said to keep their slaves on leashes at all times. "Just stay close and take a pick that might seem appealing to you," he said to her as he would stand right next to Tivvy to walk along the fridges. It would range from the cheaper domestic animal blood to the more expensive wild animal bloods. Some deer blood was mid range price as some were captured to be domesticated and farmed for their blood.
 
Another store? If it had been for anything but blood she would have protested vehemently, so instead she only offered a weary sigh and poked tentatively at the food in front of her. It was still going to be animal blood, so did it really matter much what kind of blood he bought at the end of the day? Nothing would compare to the taste of fresh blood, let alone human blood, and this was going to be another bag coming out of a refrigerator just like what she'd been given for the last several years. Nothing new, nothing fascinating, and certainly nothing worth giving her all of her strength back, especially with the collar preventing her from returning home. She was going to spend the rest of her days as a slave and it was killing her.

Watching him squeeze out the condiment for his fries only reminded her of the red liquid she so desperately needed, and she stared at it for several seconds before picking up her burger and taking a small bite. It was meat, actual meat, but it didn't compare to the fresh meat from a hunt, or the thrill that came with capturing and killing her prey before consumption.

She didn't have much of an appetite and only ended up eating a portion of the food, abandoning the drink when she realized she was not fond of the carbonation bubbling beneath the lid. She took the bags without complaint or comment once they were done eating, ignoring the tug of the leash and following after him silently when they exited the store. The cold burst of air was expected and she huddled inside the coat, staring back at her master when he looked back at her as if expecting her to boast her gratitude for something every being susceptible to the cold required in winter. No, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and instead she huddled further in it as they entered the next store filled wall to wall with different refrigerators.

"Blood is blood." Her tone was flat as she took brief glances at the fridges with little interest. None of them appeared to be human, and he'd made it perfectly clear that human blood was too expensive to feed her anyway. So she settled for the next best thing, and waved a hand absently in the direction of one of the more expensive bloods in the room. If he was going to be stuck with her for the foreseeable future, she had no intention of making it easy on him. Payback was a bitch.
 
Perhaps she was tired or she did'n't seem interested in the blood that was on display. Nonetheless she did make a choice and he would take her over to the fridge. "hmmm, bear blood, deer, wild goat. Oh there is some wild boar blood too," he said as he would playfully stroke his hand over the small stack of blood bags labelled Boar. It was a wild form of pig that she ate before so he would look back to see if she would give him a venomous look as he was merely teasing her a bit. He would then move his hand off to pick up a few wild deer blood and wild goat blood and placed it in a provided cooler. he would ring it up a moment later and he would come back to Tivvy's side. "Alright. Lets go home," he said to her as he would open the door and take hold of her leash loosely.

He would guide her back to his car and would open the door for her to sit down in the passenger side of the car. Climbing into the drivers side next, he would start up the car again and the heater would turn on with it. He seemed quite happy despite how resistant and dark her attitude was towards him. At least she hadn't tried to run away, despite his loose hold of the leash on her. She was quite a smart demon though as she probably knew there would be law enforcement who would easily catch her and turn her over to the slave market for 'storage'.

"So, did you have fun today?" he said to her with that cheerful attitude of his. She was wearing brand new clothes, jacket, and shoes now. If not for her red skin and demon horns, she would look almost like a normal person with the exception of the slave collar and leash attached. He did expect to be ignored a bit but it would be a blessing if she spoke to him in turn. "tell you what. When we get back, I'll let you have a Deer pack," he said to her. It was still blood despite it not being human.

the drive back would be uneventful yet probably felt faster on the way back. Once parked inside, he would reach over and take off her leash while the garage door was closing. "Go on inside and relax," he siad as he would let her into the house first while holding the unlatched leash in his hand. "How about later on, you can help me with my medicines. It should be ..... alright, I think," he said as he figured he should give Tivvy something to do instead of laying around and getting bored. He would figure she wouldn't be very cooperative but show that he still pays attention to her
 
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