"'Company?'" You repeat, not quite expecting her answer.
"That's what I said," Pinch acknowledges before explaining, "Officially speaking, you're going to be my slave. No way around that. Can't have an unowned human male running around all willy-nilly, even a sweet-looking one like you. But, I'm not going to be demanding much of you. Really, I just want someone else around here. Gets awfully quiet and I can't say I'm fond of it. So, welcome to your new home!"
You hesitate and decide to ask a follow-up question, "But wouldn't me 'officially' being your slave reveal you smuggled me out?"
The Doberman girl giggles at your question, "That's what the loopholes are for. See, when someone is brought in, we don't actually log their names. We just tag them with a prisoner number. Which means, let's say I liked the look of prisoner #12345 and wanted to smuggle them out. I could eat him, then write an incident report in our system that #12345 attacked me and that I swallowed him in self-defense. Then, I put in a punishment record that #12345 is being punished with 'digestive confinement and disposal' for his attempt to assault an officer, and viola! Prisoner #12345 will get removed from the system due to 'being disposed of' and I can just walk out with that same prisoner inside me. Since the prisoner is both secure and the records show he's being punished with disposal, the officer watching cams and the one at the front door won't raise any real questions. As for the higher-ups? They don't care as long as you are registered as my slave before I fully let you loose."
That is actually a bit more thought out than you expected. Still conscious of the residual smell of bowel filth, you nonetheless ask another question, "So... You want me here to do what, exactly? I get you said you want company, but that can't be it."
Pinch maintains the smile from before. Something about it makes you feel both at ease and like you should be uneasy, "Eager to please, are you? Don't worry. Unlike a lot of people, I actually get that being my slave just makes you my property. I'm under no obligation to use and abuse you. Now, if you felt like lending a hand maintaining the place, since you'll be home most of the day and living here, I'd certainly be happy with you. And I wouldn't say no to some more... personal interests of mine being satisfied, if you're willing to help out with them. But the choice is yours, mostly. I may demand something or another from you if I feel I need it, but I don't plan to make that a habit. Really, I just want you here. That sound sensible enough for you?"
Admittedly, when you effectively signed yourself over to Pinch, you hadn't been expecting much. She seemed nice enough, so you had hoped she'd at least be on the kinder side of dog girls. But you fully expected her to still be interested in using you. This is much better than you'd been trying to prepare yourself for, "I guess so... So, about getting me adjusted to my new life?"
The Doberman giggles, "I made the right choice with you! First things first..."
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