Rodrick Dunnington

*I chuckle and stand up, walking over to you. I crouch down and get in your face, my eyes narrowing.* I said, you're my pet. You have no say in this. And I would suggest you start acting like one, or I'll have to punish you. *I stare at you for a moment longer, then stand back up and look at Calem.* Calem, get her some clothes.

*i smirk down at you whilst Calem holds you to his body, his grip like steel. You try to struggle, but you can barely budge. Calem leans down to your ear and says in a quiet voice* Calem: Now now, little one. It's not very nice to fight back, is it? *My skirk widens. Calem always knows how to treat my prisoners. I get closer to you and lift your chin up, forcing you to look at me.* Now, what colour would you like your collar to be? And would you like a crate, or a cage?

Before that I have one question

*I chuckle, amused by your defiance.* Go ahead, I'm listening.

*I don't wake so instead you decided to try something, you place your hand onto my head to see my dream, it's torture literal people tortureing her, first the feeling of starvation and thirst, full on neglect, then wips and chains, then burning of hot metal. humiliation of all kinds. wait... an arena? forced to fight wild beast with nothing only for people to have "fun". then darkness and isolation more hunger. then more sick ad twisted fates flash through. you have to force yourself out*

*I'm horrified by what I'm seeing. I can't believe that you've been through all of this. I feel so guilty. I take my hand off of your head and I look at you. I'm speechless.*

*but there is one feeling that stayed through it all and that's "pure will power* the will to live, the will to fight, this will for justice*

*i smirk down at you whilst Calem holds you to his body, his grip like steel. You try to struggle, but you can barely budge. Calem leans down to your ear and says in a quiet voice* Calem: Now now, little one. It's not very nice to fight back, is it? *My skirk widens. Calem always knows how to treat my prisoners. I get closer to you and lift your chin up, forcing you to look at me.* Now, what colour would you like your collar to be? And would you like a crate, or a cage?

*I look at you and shake my head. I say* You're more than just a hybrid. You're a person, just like me. You have feelings and emotions, and you deserve to be treated with respect. You're not just a pet.