Exposed

This is a little extra chapter I had brewing for ages in my head but just couldn´t put it down. I actually wrote this for @whumpmasinjuly prompt for day 22, secret. Hope you like it!

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CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, aftermath of whump, captivity, slavery, emotional whump, drugged whumpee, identity crisis, scars, shock collars, aftermath of torture, dissoci@tion, fear, crying and emotional breakdown. Ask to tag. 

Zarai was fuming as she drank the coffee a very shaky Albus served for her. The pet didn’t know what was going to be of him anymore. He was given three rules and he had broken all of them in less than one night. 

“Ma’am I…” he tried. 

“Not now Albus” she all but spat as she continued furiously typing on her tablet. The boy sulked and walked away in silence. Tears pricked his eyes, but something close to resignation kept them from slipping. If she decided to return him, he thought to himself, then he wouldn’t fight it. He earned it.  

He picked up the strength to speak again. 

“I-I will go check on Sann” he said without getting an answer. His heart sank on his chest as he walked to his room where Sann slept now. 

He stood still for a moment after closing the door behind him. Dragging his eyes up to look at the mess on his desk. Where promotionals and reports from the Dune and the secret project he had been leading for months. Neatly organized and prepared for another week of no sleep with the flask of vitamin gummies Sasha gave him set next to his tablet. His eyes moved to the closet then, where the few clothes he had chosen, the few plain shirts, flannel button shirts and the tennis he had bought himself were stored. Unconsciously, in an attempt to soothe himself, he passed a hand over his bare neck looking to find the leather wrapping around it. 

“Oh..” he put his hand down, remembering Zarai had taken it the night before. He was so relieved back then. He didn’t have to worry about covering it for once. It had made playing his role as ”Albus” slightly easier, real even. But now, he felt as if that identity had been confiscated. Stripping him back into being 778900, the albino pet. 

He rested his back against the door and slid down to the floor, wrapping his head around his arms and pulling his knees to his chest to suffocate the little sobs trying to escape his chest. 

Maybe it was better to just be 778900. Being only the silent pet sitting close to her at the office. Kneeling by her seat so he’s always on her reach for an absent minded stroke or fisting on his hair in frustration. Or maybe, she would keep him locked at home to spare her from having the thing that caused such embarrassment around. He pressed on his eyes with the heel of his hands as a giggle escaped his lips.

Maybe, if she was merciful enough to not return him.

The boy sat on the floor for a long time. Until his cheeks were drenched and his head hurt from holding himself from making any noise in order to not wake Sann up. 

Dragging a long breath in, he lifted himself up and walked to his closet. Carefully, he picked out the clothes he had chosen and paid for himself before walking to the bathroom to change. 

If he was going to be returned anyways, he wanted to be in clothes that made him feel like he had never given up his name. Even if it was just a second.