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He was used to instructions being pretty clear, and he typically had no trouble remembering them.
"Maybe I’ll let you eat later, but I better not hear a peep from you.”
The last thing he wanted to do was have Lance’s eyes on him, so he crawled back into the bedroom. Sitting, he repeated everything he remembered.
He must have misunderstood, and when the Prince returned, he’d see the cane marks. Felix would be punished for disobedience. To show he wanted to be a good pet, he’d wouldn’t complain about his punishment, and afterward, he’d ask for his instructions to be clarified so he could make sure he was doing everything right.
Still, even if he had done wrong, that didn’t explain why Lance had been rough and mean with him. He’d seemed normal yesterday, and the Prince had been so nice to him too.
A few cat toys were spread around the floor, but his ass hurt so much, he didn’t feel like practicing how to play. He looked at the cock cage which had a lock. That was one good way to remind someone who owned them.
He went to the privy and only stood so he could sit on the wooden seat. Since he couldn’t properly hold his dick with the paws, he'd had to sit and piss. Afterward, he got back on his knees and went to curl up on the cushion on the floor, and he stayed on his side to spare his poor bottom. His first morning, and he’d somehow already fucked up. What the hell? He was better than this.
The hair was still pulling when he moved his head a certain way, and he started pawing at it. If he could just get it loose, that’d be one problem solved at least.
Lance suddenly walked in, and he jumped.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Felix widened his eyes as he touched his head.
“The gag doesn’t come off until I say, and you're trying to be sneaky?!”
No, no, no. He wasn’t trying to take it off, but now he wished he could because he couldn’t even speak to defend himself. He clapped his paws together.
“That doesn’t work with me. You’re not getting any food or water until this evening.”
Until this evening? Felix’s stomach dropped more because the safety signal was supposed to work, and if that would be ignored, and he couldn’t speak for himself… Lance was already coming toward him.
Fuck this. Felix wasn’t staying here even for ten thousand lan if this damn caretaker was going to beat him for something he didn’t do and starve him on top of it. If the Prince thought this was fine, he could go fuck himself. Felix scrambled off the cushion in his panic and tried to go around Lance who reached down to grab his left arm.
“Get over here. I’ll make it a dozen strokes, you little shit.”
He yanked and agony shot through Felix’s left shoulder. It was unlike any pain he’d ever felt in his whole life, and he screamed through the gag while violently kicking. Anything to get away from this man and the pain he was causing.
Lance grunted as Felix caught his knee. “Ow! You fucking shit.”
With one arm useless, he headed for the dark space under the bed, but the fairy grabbed his ankle. Felix kicked again, and Lance swore. Using his one arm to pull himself along, Felix scooted under and ignored the way the cloth carpet burned his knees and scraped at him.
Lance dropped to his knees. “You bloodied my nose, you little shit.” Felix squealed in panic as Lance tried to swipe at him, but he couldn’t reach.
The fairy tried to scoot under and cussed again. His head fit, but he was much bigger and bulkier than the Prince, so he couldn’t get his shoulders and chest through.
“Fucking cat. One morning, and I have to deal with this shit. Once I’m cleaned up, I’m getting you out. If you think the Prince will tolerate this kind of behavior, you’re dead wrong.”
Felix huddled against the wall as he cried and struggled to breathe. The agony in his left shoulder was so intense, he was sure it must have been broken. He’d never felt anything like that before.
He should have said no to the Prince and never come here. If the Prince was fine with this, that meant Felix was trapped with two madmen, and they’d spend six months torturing and raping him. Or longer.
Last night must have been an act so he’d feel comfortable and not suspect anything at first, and the fucking Prince had gotten him to wear a gag with no issue.
His chest grew tighter when he realized getting out of here might not be an option. He could barely do shit with the locked paws restricting his fingers, and he wasn’t a fighter even though he wasn’t as skinny as the Prince. What if he couldn’t turn the doorknob? Where would he run to outside? Rosewood was a bit of a haul on foot.
What if he couldn’t even make it to the door? He’d have to wait for a chance to escape later, and that might not happen if they decided to chain him somehow. Who knew what else they planned?
“If you come out and suck my cock, we can forget what happened if you do a real good job. I’ll let you go afterward, and you won’t have to worry about the Prince punishing you.”
Fuck that. If he came out, Lance would surely beat him. Felix struggled to breathe through his snotty nose as his eyes leaked more tears. He wanted to be back at the whorehouse or better yet, at home with his Mother and Grandma.
