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(Day 16 of Angstpril 2022)

Today we’re back to the regular BBU AU, no Kestrel Sisters involved. :)

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @painful-pooch

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Warnings: lady whumpee, BBU, whumper POV, creepy/intimate whumper (seriously this guy is a real creeper), mild blood, scars, implied future torture, noncon touch (non-sexual)

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The fighting ring is not Manuel Beckham’s favorite place to be. Yes, he owns it. Yes, he makes sure that it’s a respectable establishment, as far as illegal pet fighting rings go, that it’s kept as clean and presentable as any of his offices. Yes, many of his esteemed colleagues can be found here on any given night. And yes, the fights here bring in as much money in a week as some of his legal companies.

But personally, he finds all the blood and sweat and cheering for pain a bit…distasteful.

Not that he’s against pain. But pain should be something beautiful, something carefully crafted with expert hands and enjoyed more privately. It’s wasted on these dogs, and on their owners who roar for more.

(Day 1 for Angstpril 2022)

I’m so excited for the start of Angstpril!!

This piece is an AU of two different AUs - the Kestrel Sisters and the Querencia BBU AUs. In this universe, Liliana is rescued from her (soon to be introduced) owner by one of her older sisters she never knew she had, Leigh Kestrel. She, of course, assumes that her sister is her new owner. Part 2 coming soon!

Written as a collaboration with @for-the-love-of-angst , Leigh belongs to them! Happy birthday, Vee!!

BBU!Liliana Taglist (hope it’s okay to tag y’all for this!): @justplainwhump , @painful-pooch

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Warnings: lady whumpee, BBU, conditioning, fear of punishment, blood, broken ribs, concussion

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It’s strange, being at home alone. Not because she’s alone, but because her new Mistress - Leigh, she’s supposed to call her Leigh - allows her to go wherever in the house she wants. She doesn’t have to stay in her room. She does anyway, most of the time, sitting on the human bed that she never sleeps in and staring at the strange door that has a lock on the inside, not the outside. As if, should she have the urge, she could lock her Mistress out of the room. The idea is so ridiculous she can’t even imagine carrying it out.

The only time she leaves the room is if she needs to use the toilet, and even that makes her heart pound like she’s doing something wrong, despite all the many times that Mist-...Leigh has told her it’s okay. She tries to make the trip as quickly as possible, doesn’t ever look at her reflection in the large mirror, and retreats back to her room to sit and wait until Leigh comes home again.

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Warnings: lady whumpee, BBU, implied noncon, head injury, restraints, referenced broken bones, dislocated shoulder, shock collar, electric torture, it as dehumanizing pronoun

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The days crawl by. There are fights nearly every night, and always at least one healing session after. On the days that there are no fights, someone still stops by to give her food, and one of those days she gets a shower and fresh clothes for the week.

She’s learned to dread those days. She dreads any time the guards are around, really, but on non-fight days they have fewer other obligations, which means more time to spend with her. Every once in a while she’ll get someone who doesn’t care anything about her, who just performs their duties and leaves her alone, but not often enough. Jared - the first guard she ever met - is around a lot, and there are others just like him.

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Warnings: lady whumpee, BBU, implied pet fighting ring, dehumanization, leash, restraints, mentioned muzzle, broken bones, mild blood, noncon touching (s*xual in nature but not explicit), mild dissociation, implied future noncon

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She thinks it’s a storm outside, at first. She’s never liked the sound of storms, doesn’t understand them, and her handlers never would explain what it was making the loud rumbling sound that she could hear inside her room. Handler Walsh thought her fear of them was “adorable” and would hold her extra close, petting her hair. Handler Peyton told her that showing fear like that could get her in trouble with her owner, and she needed to learn to control it. So she’d learned to only show it when she was alone, or with Handler Walsh, and otherwise stopped jumping every time the thunder boomed.

Right now she’s alone, still in the room the woman left her in, waiting for someone to heal, so it’s okay if she’s trembling a little. Even though the longer she listens, the more she’s not sure it’s actually a storm she’s hearing. It’s too erratic, too many different kinds of noises, like maybe shouting and crashing and stomping.

Fighting, the woman had said. The “dogs”, probably Guard Dogs, were going to fight. That’s probably what’s happening now. It doesn’t make 472 feel any better. Guard Dogs have always scared her, especially since she saw the one attacking her owner in the hallway. Imagining them fighting each other sends a shiver down her spine.

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Warnings: lady whumpee, BBU, small spaces, mentioned shock collar and restraints, mentioned broken bones, mentioned pet fighting ring

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The box is dark. It would be a lot more frightening if she was fully aware, if she didn’t spend the whole trip wavering in and out of consciousness. As it is, she’s too out of it - thanks to the drugs Handler Peyton gave her - to even feel excited that she’s finally on her way to her owner.

She doesn’t fully wake until light pours in through the top of the box. Automatically her eyes scrunch closed, but she quickly opens them again, blinking rapidly to adjust her vision, needing to be ready and waiting for whatever happens next.

A pair of hands latch onto her arms and pull her upward. She sways on her feet, and the hands steady her before letting go. Everything around her is hazy, the drugs still in her system making her feel like she’s floating, but she manages to hone in on the face in front of her.

Her owner.