i love my fucked up little sicko
cw: improper dental work, violence, pet whump
Leo hated her, the air-headed woman in front of him, and hated himself for not finding a way to escape her. Isha however just looked down at him with a giddy grin and pet his hair. He growled as she petted him like a dog, leaving dirty blonde hair ruffled. He jerked away from her touch and scowled up at her. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and cooed in a sickly sweet voice
A few long and boring moments later, for what Leo thought must have been the millionth time, Isha’s hand reached down to run her fingers through her pet's hair. unaware of Leo's exasperation Isha just kept working on her laptop. The only sound that broke the silence between them now was clicking the keys. ishas hand dipped down again to scratch her, in Leo’s opinion, cluttered and garishly pink nails lightly behind Leo's ear. This prompted Leo to growl in frustration, he wasn't a pet and would not accept being treated like one. Isha looked down at him,"Leo! How many times do I have to remind you to be nice?" Isha overpronounced Leo’s name like she was talking to a misbehaving child.
The patronizing condensation of her voice made Leo snap. Leo whipped his head around to bite Isha's hand. He had always been told that he had sharp canines, and how wonderful it was to finally put them to use. For a split moment, he basked in the scared and pained look on Isha's face along with the taste of blood in his mouth. Isha shrieked and wrenched her hand back to cradle into her chest. But not before using her other hand to give Leo a backhanded slap. Unfortunately for Leo, Isha had on her usual array of rings one of which was sharp enough to leave a welt on his cheek that would surely bruise. He recoiled from the blow but didn’t get a chance to escape before Isha grabbed his collar and yanked him back to her side.
Isha was quite obviously pissed and Leo realized oh he had never truly been upset with him before. “Fucking mutt,” Isha muttered as she walked out of her office, dragging Leo along with her. Leo scrambled to keep up, not feeling so defiant now. Isha came to a stop next to Leo’s cage, it was big enough to curl up in but not much more. Though it was usually left unused, Isha now leaned down to unlatch the door and wrench it open. “In” she demanded while she let go of his collar and jabbed a finger at the cage with a scowl. The shock of Isha not only being angry but also commanding compelled Leo to scurry into his cage. He flinched as the door slammed shut and the lock fell into place heavily. “Dumb dog” Isha spat as she stomped off to bandage her hand.
After several long hours, Leo fell asleep, seemingly and thankfully forgotten. Leo was impolitely yanked from the uneasy sleep by the ‘airhead’ Isha who he was beginning to think he should be more afraid of. His anxiety was confirmed by the gleefully sinister look in her eyes as her hand was firmly planted in his hair and forced him to hurry behind her.
Leo asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes looking up at her for answers. Her bubbly personality was back and she chirped at him
“I thought id pick up jewlerly making!”
After just a few minutes Leo found himself strapped to a chair with a tarp spread out under him. Seeing the inside of a room whose door was always locked he wished he had just put up with the pets and condescending smiles. Seeing the pilers and syringes on a small table with wheels next to him was so much worse.
Isha came back into the room, ‘when had she left? What was she doing?’ and Leo's mind raced with panic, eyes wide. Isha cocked her head to one side, jutting out her bottom lip, and mocked him, “Aww, what's wrong, sweetheart? Scared?” she stalked closer and reached out to pick up a syringe and flicked the needle, “tsk tsk, ’yknow you really should've thought of that before you bit me… huh?”. A wide grin grew on her face as she saw his abject terror as she injected a clear liquid into Leo's arm.
The next hour was crystal clear in his mind, yet he felt like someone had thrown a weighted blanket over most of his muscles, something making him just want to stay still. Unable to move. Isha inspected all his teeth, reaching out with one hand and lifting his upper lip with her thumb like one would with a dog. She seemed to look over every tooth before finally settling on whatever she was looking for. Then to Leo's horror, she reached for the pliers and clamped them onto his bottom left canine. Leo started begging, something he had vowed to never do, as he sputtered out
“Please i can be better! I swear! Please i'll be better-!”.
Giggling at him she reached for something like scissors with gummy bits to hold his mouth painfully wide, silencing him begging to pathetic whimpers and puttered out.
However Isha just spoke over him with a steady and calming voice,
“Okay count to three with me, one… tw-”
Isha jerked his tooth out with the most horrible wrenching and tearing sound as the tooth broke forcefully free from his gums, he wasn't braced and it hurt so much more for it. A strangled shriek was yanked from his throat as the iron taste of hot blood filled his mouth. Leo tried desperately to plead and beg, the squirm and escape, but nothing worked to stop Isha from getting the pilers set on the second lower canine.
Leo went quiet from crying out, only letting out small muffled sobs as she started counting again. This time she gets to three and waits, just long enough for Leo to slightly relax, and then she pulls this tooth. The same crunching and ripping sound filled his head, it felt like the sound was burrowing its way into his brain, his jaw thrumming with pain. The experience repeated for the top canines, his vision was mottled with black spots as the pain became overwhelming.
Once he came to, with a pat to his cheek by Isha, the gentle motion in contrast to how she had just ripped out all four of his canines. She unclamped the mouth props holding open his mouth. The uncomfortable soreness of his jaw was dwarfed by the pain in his gums. Leo barely noticed the blood filling his mouth until it dripped down his chin and he turned his head to spit out the blood on the tarp.
The sudden change in Isha’s mood was jarring but Leo's mind was hazy with pain and he would take any comfort in this state he could get. He remembered just snapshots of the next hour or so. Isha wiped blood away, unstrapping him from the chair, and helping him to his room. She put him to bed with shushing whispers and soft pets that he leaned into instead of growling at.
When Leo woke up the next morning he felt sore and swollen. A hand raised to rub soothing circles on his jaw. With a groan, he pushed himself to sit up and get out of bed bumbling down the stairs and peering into the dining room. His brow furrowed and he looked confused at Isha who was sitting at the table with a box of jewelry-making supplies suddenly he remembered something that she had said the night before ‘I thought I'd take up jewelry making’. Is this what she meant? He walked cautiously down the stairs and hesitated before speaking,
“...uh, what are you doing?”.
Isha looked up with a wide grin and showed him that she had cleaned his canine teeth, drilled holes in them, and put them in a small box.
“Im making jewlery, come help”
Leo felt sick to his stomach when he saw that he was using his teeth for jewelry. But he had certainly learned his lesson from last night and obediently sat at the table, following suit with Isha and making one set of earrings while she made the other. He felt himself slip away to somewhere else as she directed him to loop jump rings through the hole in the teeth and clip a fish hook earring to it. When Isha asked him “Are your ears pierced?”, he snapped back to reality and looked up. She smiled widely, and Leo's heart dropped. Isha meant to make Leo wear his own teeth as jewelry, a reminder of his place beneath her, a second collar.
Leo slowly shook his head, his mind already coming up with hundreds of torturous ways Isha could pierce his ears.
