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Me and @goronska had a really good time making a second part to this collab- hope you like it as much as us! :)
CW: fingore (dislocated finger), slap, dehumanisation, bbu, bruising, implied torture stuffs, lmk if I missed anything
“Flynn! What do you think you’re doing?” Faye muttered into the phone, careful to not let the boxgirl hear.
“So you’ve found it?” Flynn laughed on the other end, amused by his sister’s alarmed tone of voice.
Faye had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “Yes, I found her.”
“And your problem is what, exactly?”
“Start by telling me what the fuck I'm supposed to do.”
He chuckled. “It's for you, you can do anything you want with it.”
“Flynn.”
“Okay okay. There should be some… stuff arriving later if it hasn't already. That should explain a lot, but as I said, you can pretty much do whatever. My mate’s yelling at me to get off the phone so like- I’m gonna go.”
“Flynn!” Faye repeated, but he’d already hung up.
Agat, meanwhile, sat in the room, waist-down wrapped in the blanket bestowed to her, obsessively going back to the days at the Facility, sleep-deprived and touch-starved for the past month, so that she would be too tired to fight when the transport began. Not that she had any will left to fight by that point. It was beaten, drugged and fucked from her as she became a pliant, obedient doll, delivered to this doorstep. Her thoughts obsessive on making herself useful enough for the new Mistress, so she would not hate her and send her back. So for now she stayed quiet, hushed as a mouse, waiting to be given directions, rules, expectations, anything to follow, honestly.
From where she stood in the doorway, Faye turned to once again face Agat, with a pinched smile. “How do you fancy…” she clicked her tongue in an attempt to think, “…washing the dishes?” If you’d asked her on another day, Faye couldn’t be arsed with washing the dishes, but she was desperate to see what Agat was willing to do.
“But of course, Mistress!” the girl immediately stood up and rushed past Faye to the sink in the background. She worked in silence, as meticulously as she could, drying the cups and plates afterwards. “You can also get a Domestic for that, Mistress!” Agat offered, as if upselling on a customer support line “Can you tell me where all of this goes, Ma’am? Or do you prefer to put it in the cupboards yourself?” Her facial expression bore some signs of relief, as if she got off easily and would gladly do it for the rest of her life. To be useful.
“It’s all quite messed up anyway, you can just shove the cups in the top cupboard and the plates along with the bowls in the bigger one down there. Don’t worry about it being neat.” Faye paused before deciding that this was definitely what she wanted to do. Oh god. She took a couple of steps closer to the boxie. “If I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions if I should have gotten a different type of pet.” Then she slapped her. Right across the cheek. It felt like one of those moments in movies that make you cringe so hard that you want to shove your whole fist in your mouth to bite down on. Agat didn’t deserve it but Faye really needed to see how she’d react.
Agat’s face turned to the side and a red flower bloomed across her white cheek. Her delicate smile faded into a blank expression.
‘She… took it well?’ That’s all that really matters. She couldn’t shake how Flynn had repeatedly referred to Agat as an ‘it’. He was right. The pet was technically something she owned- like an object. “Just let me have a look. If it’s bad I can get some ice.”
The boxie turned back to face her reluctantly, but didn’t dare to stare her in the eye, looking down at all times. Her face was not swollen, but it turned out she bruised easily, because the red mark was still visible on her cheek after a few minutes having already passed.
Faye cursed herself. She hurried to the freezer, pulling out a bag of peas, and then a kitchen towel. She pushed herself up onto the counter, patting the space next to her for Agat to sit. “Here.” She mumbled. As the figure joined her, Faye gently placed it against her cheek. It was too cold. She could tell from Agat’s expression.
‘Mistress cares for you the best she can, she told you that you are precious… you have to be grateful. The people in the Facility never cared for any bruising, they knew it would go away eventually…’ she thought, her jaw clenching with the frosty feeling.
“Are you so good to everyone you come across, Mistress?” she tried the best compliment she could muster with all that was happening. She was here to make the woman feel good. If she feels good, she will probably carry on caring for her. Agat even toyed with the idea of hurting herself on purpose to make her owner feel sorry for her, but quickly shook it off.
Faye's heart skipped a beat. No, she is not this good to everyone she meets. Not one bit. For a second she saw all of the people who begged her for her help, begged her to save them. “I- yes, well no, but it doesn't matter.” She steeled. “Just don't cross me. And don't cross my brother either, you'll find he's a lot worse than me.”
“A brother! He must be very proud of a beautiful and gentle sister like you, Mistress!” she managed to shine a smile.
“No.” was all she could muster. “He wants me rid of that.”
“Rid? And he bought me for you to accept you as you ar-” Agat covered her lips with both hands, eavesdropping was not a part of trained behavior. Just that… Faye was really loud on the phone with this Flynn and…
“What?” Faye whispered. “I never- wait. Hang on a minute, how’d you know he bought you?” she inhaled a deep breath. “Were you listening in?” At this point she wasn't even angry, just hurt. How dare she do that, and then assume she knows what's going on. The boxie wouldn't even be able to slightly comprehend what was happening between her and Flynn.
“I- I’m sorry, Mistress, I d-didn’t mean to… I jus-st…” her complexion went even whiter, the red handprint gaining in contrast.
“You just WHAT? You didn’t seem so shy earlier!”
“I just… I want to know you better to… to serve you better, Ma’am” She fumbled with the hem of her dress.
Faye slipped off the edge of the counter. Her eyes were glassy with tears. “What goes on between me and my brother is personal. He’s a lot scarier than me, and he’ll show it if things like this happen.” It was a threat. She was actually threatening this poor girl.
“I am sorry. This will never happen again.” she automatically slipped from the counter as well and kneeled in an apologetic position.
Oh god, Faye wanted to forgive her. But that’s not what Flynn would do. She’s seen what he would do. “Don’t be.” Faye grabbed the boxie’s left hand, wrenching her index finger separate and dislocating it at the joint.
Agat gave a short, startled shriek. Tears escaped this time, but she quickly bit her lip to compose herself as best as she could. ‘I deserve much worse’ she tried to convince herself. ‘Maybe Mistress will fix it immediately?.. Maybe it was just a reminder to keep her in place?’
Faye paled, her heart coming to a sharp halt. She’s got two options. Fix it, or leave it. The first seems far more appealing so why isn’t she doing it? She just stares at what she’s done with neither anger or regret. Just staring.
“Follow me” Faye finally blurted out, letting go of the injured hand as if it was something disgusting. Agat’s hopes buried, she obediently walked behind her mistress, cupping the painful joint with her right hand. “Not gonna show you the whole thing, but I bet you will get the picture.”
She took her to the basement, unlocking a few complicated mechanisms. Instead of turning on the light, Faye just used the flashlight in her phone. To Agat’s terror, the ray of light revealed one man chained to the wall, unconscious, and a few cages, but it was hard to tell if the contents were just piles of stuff or real… pets? From one of them a movement stirred against the light and some muffled cries could be heard.
“End of the tour, pet.” the boxie was pushed back out and the doors shut and locked tight. The newfound mistress voice had sinister undertones when she added “This is where those like you begin according to my brother. Don’t make me check if this is also where they end, Agat.”
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Whumpee lifted their head and glared as Whumper walked into the small room. They flexed their hands slightly where they were bound on the arms of the metal chair, legs restrained too.
"Whumper," they said in a low voice. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Whumper smirked, before backhanding them across the face. "Quiet," they replied smoothly. "You know exactly why you're here. And right now, the only sounds I want to hear coming out of you are screams of pain, you filthy abomination of nature."
Whumpee barely restrained from rolling their eyes. "Is this seriously about the magic thing again? I told you, it's just-"
They were cut off by Whumper's hand wrapping tightly around their throat and squeezing. Whumpee gasped, lurching in the chair. Their eyesight had just grown dim when Whumper let go, and Whumpee leaned forward, gulping down air.
"I told you not to speak." Whumper's voice was calm, collected. As if they'd done this many times. Which, Whumpee thought, in hindsight, they probably had.
Then Whumper's hand was holding one of their fingers, bending it in the wrong direction. Whumpee was about to say something when there was an awful snap and their world dissolved into pain.
They blinked a few seconds later, reorienting themself. Their throat was burning, as if they'd been screaming. Then they realized they had been screaming. And their finger was resting on the arm of the chair, bent horribly in the wrong direction.
"See," Whumper said, grabbing a hold of another finger. "That's all I want to hear coming from you." Then they broke a second finger.
