Third POV
You were frozen.
You couldn't move no matter how hard your tried.
"Don't try moving. It will only hurt more."
You had to go through with this.
The transformation was almost complete.
He flipped the switch.
There was no turning back now.
You felt as if you were being stabbed over and over again.
"Color?" He said.
You almost couldn't respond.
The pain was just too much.
"If you don't respond, I won't know how much you can handle."
"G-green." You stuttered.
"Really?" He questioned. "Baby,I know that's too much for you to handle."
You shook your head as you were trying to handle it all at once.
He knew your weaknesses.
But you knew his as well.
"You ready?" He asked as he turned off the deadly machine.
You gasped, feeling relieved and relaxed.
"F-for?" You asked
"Your first mission. Or should we do another test run.?"
That's how you were designed.
By satan himself.
You knew what you could and couldn't handle.
"I'm ready."
"Color?"
You needed a few seconds to think.
"Y-yellow?"
"Is that a question or an answer, baby?" He asked as he was putting away the equipment (even though he was going to get it out for your next test run.)
"Answer."
He was proud of you.
He didn't show it, but he was.
"Good kitten."
You smiled in satisfaction.
"Thank you, daddy."
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