Waking up - Part two
Part one here
Tag: @justplainwhump
CW: same as last time... bbu shenanigans, box babes and all that, potential questionable-con mention, still mostly just fluff
Not her owner. He wasn't her owner. She cock her head in confusion. But then how did she get here? Why was she here? He saw her confusion and rushed to explain,
"Sophie, Baby... You got taken... Those pet-makers got you. God, I was so worried! All of a sudden you were just gone! I looked everywhere! I called all our friends... When I finally figured out where you were I knew I had to come rescue you!"
That... wasn't right. Pain lanced through her head again and she wasn't sure if it was for an aberrant thought or for contradicting her owner. But he wasn't her owner, he had said. Tears welled in her eyes. “You're… You're not my owner? Then…what am I… Please! I'm made to fulfill my owner’s wishes. All I am is a pet, a toy, a pretty thing to love and hurt and fuck. I am an active participant in fulfilling my owner’s desires. Where is my owner?”
The man on the bed with her made a complicated face, something equally concerned and…pleased. Maybe he could see what a good pet she tried to be. Maybe she could convince him to keep her and he wouldn't send her back.
“My darling, you're not a pet! Oh, they really have done a number on you, haven't they? Do you remember me? My name is Peter. You're my girlfriend. You're my beautiful damsel.”
“And you're my white knight” she found herself saying before she had even fully processed his words.
“Forever and always.” He finished, joy lighting up his green eyes. “You remember!”
She didn't remember, not quite, but pieces of a memory were filtering its way into her consciousness. A horrible, cold white room screams in the background and warm arms scooping her up. Carrying her out of that place. So apparently she was his after all! She was still a pet, of course, she knew her place, but maybe she could be his “girlfriend” too. It's what he seemed to want, and she wanted to make him happy. She wanted to be near him, to feel his strong arms around her, to feel wanted. She looked up at him from under her lashes.
“You rescued me. You… You still want me, right? Even though I'm…” She didn't quite know how to finish her question but it didn't matter because he was already nodding and pulling her into a crushing embrace.
“I will always want you, my love. You were made for me.”
