As Digby ran off to another room in the house, you noticed that while the collar was on he didn’t bother to leash you before leaving. If you wanted to you could easily escape and try to find someone who would let you have a scrap of dignity when living with them. But you didn’t run or hide or even remove the collar which marked you as Digby’s. You sat there and waited patiently. You heard your master moving about and humming to himself in the next room. You had no clue what he was planning, though you were more curious than scared. We’re you really this on board with the idea of being reduced to a pet to your secretary’s brother. We’re you okay with her finding out about this too? These questions flooded your head, but in the end you stayed put.
Finally Digby returned with that same smirk on his face. “Good boy. Such a good boy listening to master. I just finished calling my sister to let her know about your... new job. I’m sure she’ll be happy with her new job but I’m sure she’ll expect you to be a good pet to her too to thank her for covering your duties and giving you a place to live.” You were bright red in embarrassment knowing that Isabelle already learned about what her brother was doing to you and that she was apparently okay with it too. Your fate really was sealed now. “Since you were so good the little pet gets his reward.” Digby says in a singsong tone.
But what is your reward?
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