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Kit Angst

While alive

Kit took a step back, trying to hide behind his mother skirt. She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him back out. He didn't like the human in front of him. He looked like someone kit would try to steal from. A rich man.

"Do you have the money?" His mother asked and the man handed over a small pouch of coins. She opened it and counted through them carefully before nodded. "he's yours."

"Ma?"

"Quiet." The command was cold but Kit knew better than to disobey his parents. He immediately shut his mouth.

"Well at least he's obedient." The man reached for Kit. Kit bared his teeth, not wanting to be touched. A firm whack over the back of his head stopped that behavior. Kit glance at his father, the one that had hit him, and found no emotions in his eyes.

"Kit." The man crouched down to be at kits level. "You're mine now. Do you understand?"

"What?" Kit looked back at his parents. They'd threatened to sell him before if he couldn't bring in more money. But he didn't think they'd actually do it.

"You'll understand in time."

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When kit was brought to his master's mansion he was immediately locked in a room. There was a bed and a bucket but that was all. No books to read or paintings to look at. Just a room.

Kit would spend the next few weeks in there with no contact to the outside. At first he hated his master for doing it. But his master brought food, water, and company. Slowly kit began to get excited whenever he heard the footsteps of his master. That was the goal.

Once kit was properly trained into liking his master, he was granted some freedom from the room. Ten, twenty, even thirty minutes a day he could roam free.

He was told he could walk around all day today if he helped his master with something at nightfall. Kit had agreed enthusiastically at the time. Now he regretted it.

Kit bit back a whimper as he rolled onto his side. Everything was sore. He didn't understand what his master had done to him, really. His master said it was to relieve stress. Called Kit a toy.

Kit didn't like being a toy.

Kit had been locked back in his room afterwards and crawled into bed. He hadn't cried when his parents sold him, he refused to. Nor had he shed a tear when he was starved into obedience.

But now... Kit hugged a pillow tightly and buried his face against it to the point he struggled to breathe. He wanted to go home. He wanted to leave.

He wanted his body to stop hurting. He hoped it would be better in the morning but something in the back of his head told him it was only going to feel worse.
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Kit learned how to make it better over the years. If he initiated, his master let him have control. He learned how often his master would make him play and started initiating shortly before that amount of time passed.

Kit convinced himself he liked it. That it was his choice. That it was fun. Maybe if he said it enough times he'd believe it.

Then there were the other people. Kit didn't like it when his master sold him for a night. He didn't know how to handle the others. Some liked to hurt him just because. As long as they didn't leave marks, his master didn't care.

Kit had fought back against the last man his master rented him too. He was too mean. Kit couldn't handle it. Because of that he was locked in his room again. He was getting reconditioned. As much as kit fought it, he knew he'd give in. He'd start to like his master again because he was the one to bring food water and company.