Wait what do you think would happen if Erin just hugged Beige right now? Or tried to? That was my first thought reading the newest part, WRAP THAT MAN IN A HUG RIGHT NOW!!!!
CW: pet whump, caretaker new master, panic attack, fear of death, unreliable narrator, use of 'put down' as killing a person.
Beige can't get his words to work, and when Master wrapped his arms around him his lung stop working altogether. In the first seconds, when there was still air in his system, he tried to say he is dirty, he is dirty and lowly and sweaty and useless and he is dirtying master too. Can't Master see he is not worthy of being touched? Even if, by the way he can't breathe, this is the way Master chose to kill him, he is still not worth this much.
When the air was over he panicked, he had avoided death so often and for so long and it was almost unbelievable that this would end just like this. He didn't fight back at first, he wanted to at least die as a good pet, but soon and against his will his hands tried to push Master away, his lungs tried to futility take in air, and he cried, silently and without air, he cried for what felt like entering as his body was slowly running out of air. Master said words, but it was in the world of the living, and Beige seemed to have gone past that.
Master tightened his grasp around him, forcing the air out of Beige's lungs, but allowing him to breathe once again, albeit while coughing and using the little oxygen to bust into sobs.
He backed away as soon as Master wasn't holding him anymore, and he felt like a fresh pet-in-training when he desperately fell on the floor and crawled under the bed. Long lost memories of the training flooded his mind as he covered his ears to Master's angry words.
Coughing and sobbing filled the room, and his lungs were still not working even when Master wasn't suffocating him anymore. He waited to be dragged out, to be beaten and put down. He waited and waited and waited and waited-