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Daevir woke, groggy and disoriented. It was dark - too dark to make out where he was, he thought, until he blinked and realized he was, in fact, wearing a blindfold. This was not a great start.
As he went through the process of reacquainting himself with his existence in reality, he came to several other realizations, none of which made the situation any better. His arms were tied behind his back and shackled to something. His ankles were also shackled to something. And worst of all, there was a collar on his neck - heavy, solid and inflexible.
"Shit," he muttered thickly through the lingering fogginess, and was rewarded by a pointed toe jabbing into his ribs.
"Watch your language, boy." A bored female voice came from somewhere over him; presumably, the same source as the toe. "The customers don't like mouthy pets."
Pets... He knew what that meant. One of the less reputable "pet" shops in the city must have caught him, somehow. It was what he'd been suspecting, though he'd still held out a hope it was something else. (What that something else might've been, of course, was an entirely different issue.)
How had he gotten caught? That was what he wanted to know the most. His thoughts still felt cloudy and sluggish, his memories leading up to this point being hazy at best. He'd started out a normal day of work at the factory, gone to sit outside to eat his lunch as usual... Then what? Something must have happened. While he was having lunch? Afterwards? It couldn't have happened inside the factory... could it?
Those were important questions, he decided, but what mattered most immediately was there was very, very little chance of his escaping from a restocker. And that chance, as miniscule as it was, hinged entirely on whether or not they'd already transported him past the walls.
Daevis licked his dry lips, weighing the possible risks behind speaking again against that tiny chance. The worst she'd likely do right now was kick him harder...
"Where am I?"
Another toe jab to the ribs, though not any worse than the first. "You will address me, and any female customers, as ma'am."
There was nothing to lose by taking her etiquette lesson, not at this point. "My apologies, ma'am."
"You're in the warehouse." He thought she sounded a little pleased, maybe. "The manager will come by soon to take you to an open cage; I suggest you keep cooperating."
"Thank you, ma'am." Daevis' stomach sank. There was no way a pet shop kept their warehouse outside the city walls; he was stuck.
Daevir woke, groggy and disoriented. It was dark - too dark to make out where he was, he thought, until he blinked and realized he was, in fact, wearing a blindfold. This was not a great start.
As he went through the process of reacquainting himself with his existence in reality, he came to several other realizations, none of which made the situation any better. His arms were tied behind his back and shackled to something. His ankles were also shackled to something. And worst of all, there was a collar on his neck - heavy, solid and inflexible.
"Shit," he muttered thickly through the lingering fogginess, and was rewarded by a pointed toe jabbing into his ribs.
"Watch your language, boy." A bored female voice came from somewhere over him; presumably, the same source as the toe. "The customers don't like mouthy pets."
Pets... He knew what that meant. One of the less reputable "pet" shops in the city must have caught him, somehow. It was what he'd been suspecting, though he'd still held out a hope it was something else. (What that something else might've been, of course, was an entirely different issue.)
How had he gotten caught? That was what he wanted to know the most. His thoughts still felt cloudy and sluggish, his memories leading up to this point being hazy at best. He'd started out a normal day of work at the factory, gone to sit outside to eat his lunch as usual... Then what? Something must have happened. While he was having lunch? Afterwards? It couldn't have happened inside the factory... could it?
Those were important questions, he decided, but what mattered most immediately was there was very, very little chance of his escaping from a restocker. And that chance, as miniscule as it was, hinged entirely on whether or not they'd already transported him past the walls.
Daevis licked his dry lips, weighing the possible risks behind speaking again against that tiny chance. The worst she'd likely do right now was kick him harder...
"Where am I?"
Another toe jab to the ribs, though not any worse than the first. "You will address me, and any female customers, as ma'am."
There was nothing to lose by taking her etiquette lesson, not at this point. "My apologies, ma'am."
"You're in the warehouse." He thought she sounded a little pleased, maybe. "The manager will come by soon to take you to an open cage; I suggest you keep cooperating."
"Thank you, ma'am." Daevis' stomach sank. There was no way a pet shop kept their warehouse outside the city walls; he was stuck.
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