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Rescue Kept: Settling In (part 1)
Their "ride" was not in fact anything that a person could ride at all, it turned out, but rather a slim young man who seemed none too thrilled at being out in the wilderness in the middle of the night. Jeska's owner - took the man's hand and--
--they were in front of a house, in a quiet city neighborhood.
Jeska stared, barely even registering his owner conversing with the man - who had somehow instantly transported them here. The ride was not a ride; going to Cloverleaf hadn't involved being dragged through the streets for everyone to see; his owner had given him a shirt and apologized.
None of it was anything like he expected when he'd agreed to the deal, and none of it made the slightest bit of sense.
"Here we are, Jeska." The blond man smiled at him, a friendly, open expression which couldn't possibly be real. "This is my home, where you'll be living for the next year. Come on in."
Jeska trailed after him into the house, once again being moved like a puppet by the command. He'd known, intellectually, what Belonging to someone did, but it was completely different to experience it first hand; as the puppet-strings stopped pulling him, he also stopped, standing just inside the doorway and looking around.
It was a strangely decorated house, but it was clean, comfortable, and as he suddenly realized, powered by actual electricity. Of course it is; this is Cloverleaf.
His owner had disappeared up a flight of stairs while he was busy studying the room and was now returning, bearing even more clothing.
"I have some spares for you - I should've gotten something ahead of time, I guess, but I didn't know what size you were going to wear anyway, so I'll just adjust these as best as I can and we can go shopping later, I hope you don't mind, here put these on," and Jeska found a pair of pants and underclothes shoved into his hands, which the orders made him immediately start putting on, "and I'll make some tea - I hope you like tea, it's okay if you don't, though, I don't mind having it by myself. When you're done getting dressed, come on in here."
His owner had disappeared into another room again and Jeska hastily sped up, pulling on the shorts and pants as quickly as he could before hurrying after into what turned out to be a kitchen.
The blond man was filling up a kettle with water and glanced over as he entered, giving Jeska a smile. "I'll fix the sizing in a sec, but first, basic safety orders. This might feel a little disorienting," he warned.
Jeska just nodded, which thankfully seemed to be enough of a response.
"Okay then, here we go. Don't harm or attempt to harm me or anything of mine. Don't harm or attempt to harm anyone within Cloverleaf except as a last resort self defense. Don't deliberately or knowingly steal or cause damage to anyone else's property. Don't leave the area within the inner walls of Cloverleaf without my permission. Don't use any mind Workings without my permission. Don't use any Workings on another person without my permission. Make sure you're back home here every day in time to have dinner - that's usually around seven in the evening - unless I've given you an exemption for that day."
Jeska's owner laid out the string of orders casually as he put the kettle on the stove, somehow heating it up without any apparent source of fire. That particular detail escaped Jeska's immediate notice, however, as the feel of the commands imprinting themselves into his brain left him feeling more than just a little disoriented.
After a moment, he realized his owner was watching him and he pulled out a hasty "yes, sir."
"It's okay." The other man smiled. "I was just waiting for them to settle. I have a couple more; these are for your safety. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir?" It wasn't as though Jeska would benefit from saying no, it would just make his owner annoyed at best.
"One. If I give you an order that conflicts with a prior order, the newer of the two orders is nullified - don't treat it as an order. Two." He paused as the kettle whistled to pour the steaming water into a small ceramic pot. "If I do something to you that causes you any distress, tell me so immediately. Three. I'm going to put this on you now." He picked up a smooth, silvery chain and held it up. "This is your collar. As long as you Belong to me, do not let anyone besides me take it off of you unless I give specific permission for it."
"Yes, sir." He'd been expecting a collar, so that was no surprise. Almost a relief, in the middle of the rest of it. He held still as the collar was put around his neck and the back clicked shut, sounding like a lock.
His owner smoothed it into place - the metal links sat cool and comfortable against his skin - and muttered a few Workings, which Jeska realized after a moment were resizing his clothing, before looking him over.
"There." The blond man smiled, looking pleased. "It brings out your eyes, just like I hoped."
--they were in front of a house, in a quiet city neighborhood.
Jeska stared, barely even registering his owner conversing with the man - who had somehow instantly transported them here. The ride was not a ride; going to Cloverleaf hadn't involved being dragged through the streets for everyone to see; his owner had given him a shirt and apologized.
None of it was anything like he expected when he'd agreed to the deal, and none of it made the slightest bit of sense.
"Here we are, Jeska." The blond man smiled at him, a friendly, open expression which couldn't possibly be real. "This is my home, where you'll be living for the next year. Come on in."
Jeska trailed after him into the house, once again being moved like a puppet by the command. He'd known, intellectually, what Belonging to someone did, but it was completely different to experience it first hand; as the puppet-strings stopped pulling him, he also stopped, standing just inside the doorway and looking around.
It was a strangely decorated house, but it was clean, comfortable, and as he suddenly realized, powered by actual electricity. Of course it is; this is Cloverleaf.
His owner had disappeared up a flight of stairs while he was busy studying the room and was now returning, bearing even more clothing.
"I have some spares for you - I should've gotten something ahead of time, I guess, but I didn't know what size you were going to wear anyway, so I'll just adjust these as best as I can and we can go shopping later, I hope you don't mind, here put these on," and Jeska found a pair of pants and underclothes shoved into his hands, which the orders made him immediately start putting on, "and I'll make some tea - I hope you like tea, it's okay if you don't, though, I don't mind having it by myself. When you're done getting dressed, come on in here."
His owner had disappeared into another room again and Jeska hastily sped up, pulling on the shorts and pants as quickly as he could before hurrying after into what turned out to be a kitchen.
The blond man was filling up a kettle with water and glanced over as he entered, giving Jeska a smile. "I'll fix the sizing in a sec, but first, basic safety orders. This might feel a little disorienting," he warned.
Jeska just nodded, which thankfully seemed to be enough of a response.
"Okay then, here we go. Don't harm or attempt to harm me or anything of mine. Don't harm or attempt to harm anyone within Cloverleaf except as a last resort self defense. Don't deliberately or knowingly steal or cause damage to anyone else's property. Don't leave the area within the inner walls of Cloverleaf without my permission. Don't use any mind Workings without my permission. Don't use any Workings on another person without my permission. Make sure you're back home here every day in time to have dinner - that's usually around seven in the evening - unless I've given you an exemption for that day."
Jeska's owner laid out the string of orders casually as he put the kettle on the stove, somehow heating it up without any apparent source of fire. That particular detail escaped Jeska's immediate notice, however, as the feel of the commands imprinting themselves into his brain left him feeling more than just a little disoriented.
After a moment, he realized his owner was watching him and he pulled out a hasty "yes, sir."
"It's okay." The other man smiled. "I was just waiting for them to settle. I have a couple more; these are for your safety. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir?" It wasn't as though Jeska would benefit from saying no, it would just make his owner annoyed at best.
"One. If I give you an order that conflicts with a prior order, the newer of the two orders is nullified - don't treat it as an order. Two." He paused as the kettle whistled to pour the steaming water into a small ceramic pot. "If I do something to you that causes you any distress, tell me so immediately. Three. I'm going to put this on you now." He picked up a smooth, silvery chain and held it up. "This is your collar. As long as you Belong to me, do not let anyone besides me take it off of you unless I give specific permission for it."
"Yes, sir." He'd been expecting a collar, so that was no surprise. Almost a relief, in the middle of the rest of it. He held still as the collar was put around his neck and the back clicked shut, sounding like a lock.
His owner smoothed it into place - the metal links sat cool and comfortable against his skin - and muttered a few Workings, which Jeska realized after a moment were resizing his clothing, before looking him over.
"There." The blond man smiled, looking pleased. "It brings out your eyes, just like I hoped."
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AWww Jeska.
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