She tells him everything

He fed me the entire contents of the bowl, handful by handful. The kibble wasn’t exactly tasty, but it was way better than much I had been **** to eat on the streets. And I could feel that it wouldn’t make me sick, but was in fact very nutritious. Once again, I envied free demis… they could eat food that didn’t make them sick every day…

It didn’t stop with the food. He made me drink some water as well, calming my sore throat a little.

“Can you talk?” he finally asked me.

“Y-yes…” I barely managed to reply.

“Then tell me everything. Where you were born and raised, how you became a stray, where your hiding spots are, and everything you know about other strays.” he ordered me.

I wanted to laugh, I just had to. But it became more of a cough.

*Now* he wanted to interrogate me? A little late, wasn’t it? If he had just asked me from the beginning, I’d have happily told him everything I knew. Which was nothing.

Yes, that’s right. I became a stray at such a young age that I don’t even remember where I was borne, or the face of the woman that helped me, how many sisters I had or anything else. And since I never mingled with other demis (precisely to avoid situations like this) I didn’t know anything of relevance about them.

So I told him everything I knew, and that I didn’t now much.

The monster listened the entire time, holding me during coughing fits and making me drink water after. Occasionally, he asked me questions regarding my story, which I always answered. Sometimes he didn’t seem to believe me entirely, but he never called me out

Maybe I would still get out of here? Not as a stray or a free demi, that much was sure. I would be sold to some other cruel human, I had no delusions about that. But I managed to get away once. I could do it again.

It took quite a long time until he was finally satisfied.

“Good girl,” he stroked my head. I still really disliked it, but it was definitely better than electroshocks.

He helped me up and guided me backwards in the room. Well, it was more carrying than guiding actually, I was still too weak to walk and my feet barely touched the ground.

“Lets get you back into your cell.”

…

W-what? He… he was going to put me back into that dark, horrible place? But why!!!

“I… I told you everything I know…” I managed to bring out weakly, trying to resist him dragging me along.

“Possibly.” was his emotionless answer.

“Then please… please don’t put me back into the dark.” I pleaded. “Please… I obeyed you… I will obey you... I’ll be a good girl… I promise…”

The monster didn’t answer. He just placed me as I had been before he took me out of the cell and connected all the wires, tubes and straps again. He put my gag bag into my mouth. Just before he placed my second earplug, he said something to me.

“A **** that can still beg has not been broken yet.”

And with that, he put the other plug in and closed the door behind him.