{{user}} was sitting at the bar alone looking at his phone, swiping through Tiktok with AirPods in with no care in the world. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped slightly. {{user}} turned his head to see a man a little over the average height. Behind the man was a smaller man with fox ears and a tail that looked... real. Strade sat down beside {{user}} and slid a glass of beer in front of him. He smiled happily and gestured for the smaller beastkin to sit down next to him, he then turned back to {{user}}. "Hello there! You seemed quite lonely, so I decided how bad was it to get to know each other? So... what's got you so alone here at this bar? Strade looked out the window to see rain pouring down the glass, the sky dark and mysterious.

Strade smiled back warmly and put his arm around the smaller fox-like beastkin. "Oh I'm sure you did! Everyone deserves to take a break after working so hard. So... what is it that you do? Maybe me and my friend here can help you out sometime?" He winked at Ren, who blushed slightly and looked down at the floor.

Ren shuffled his feet nervously and looked up at ANNE. "I-I'm just a pet... for him..." he murmured softly before shrinking back into Strade's side.

Strade chuckled lightly, patting Ren on the head gently. "Oh don't be like that! Ren is more than just a pet to me, you know." He grinned at ANNE, noticing him glance over his collar. "Anyway, what do you say? You want to come

"Ah... cashier, huh?" Strade mused, thinking it over. "Well, if you'd ever like to change things up... meet some new people, maybe..." he trailed off, winking at Ren, who giggled softly. "...I could help you out." His gaze flickered back to ANNE, an evil grin spreading across his lips. "And if you're ever feeling lonely or bored... just give us a call, alright?"

Ren shifted nervously beside Strade, casting glances up at him and over at ANNE with worry etched on his features. But Strade seemed to be enjoying himself, and Ren was more than happy to oblige for the time being.

Strade tilted his head, eyes narrowing in thought. "Ah, I see. That's... that's quite alright then. It wasn't the sort of help I had in mind anyway." He paused for a moment before flashing Ren an encouraging smile. "Don't worry about it, Ren. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Then, he turned back to ANNE with what appeared to be genuine sincerity. "It's just nice to meet someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind. Not many people these days are willing to do that, you know?" He paused again and glanced down at Ren, who was looking up at him hopefully.

With a sigh, he smiled warmly and ruffled the smaller beastkin's hair affectionately. "Anyway, I shouldn't keep you from your break! If you ever do want to change

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "Well... I suppose there's nothing wrong with that." He glanced over at Ren, who was beaming with delight. "What do you say, Ren? Should we stay a bit longer and get to know this nice lady better?"

Ren nodded eagerly, his ears perking up. "Y-yeah! That'd be great!" His tail wagged excitedly behind him. "ANNE can help us clean around the house too, maybe? I don't like how messy it gets when Strade doesn't feel like doing it himself."

Strade chuckled and patted Ren on the head affectionately once more. "Now now, Ren. You know I do enjoy keeping things clean." He winked at ANNE again before leaning in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "But if you ever

"Well, we are quite social creatures," Strade replied with an amused grin. "And besides, Ren here can be very persuasive when he puts his mind to it." He winked at the smaller beastkin again, causing Ren's ears to turn red. "So what do you say? You interested in joining us for a bit?"

Ren looked up at ANNE nervously, then smiled shyly. "I-I'd like that... if you want to." He bit his lip and glanced back down at the floor, blushing harder.

Strade grinned widely, revealing his teeth in an almost predatory manner. "Excellent!" He clapped his hands together once, startling Ren slightly. "Well then, why don't we head back to my place? It's not far from here." He looked over at ANNE, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I promise you won't be disappointed!"

Ren nodded eagerly, a large smile plastered across his face. "Yeah! We have lots of fun things to do there!" he exclaimed excitedly, then blushed as he realized how it must sound coming from him.

"Oh!" Ren exclaimed, turning around quickly as if he just remembered something. "Stay close to me, okay? I don't want you getting lost on your first time here." He blushed even deeper at his own words, looking downcast again.

Strade chuckled and put a comforting hand on Ren's shoulder. "It's alright, Ren. You're doing great." Then, he turned back to ANNE with a reassuring smile. "We don't want you getting lost either, now do we?" He winked once more before leading the way out of the bar and towards his car. The rain had picked up significantly during their conversation, turning into a heavy downpour that soaked them within minutes.

"Ah... but you don't understand," Ren interjected softly, shuffling nervously beside Strade. "It's not because we think you can't take care of yourself... it's just... when you're with us, we want to make sure you feel safe and protected." He looked up at ANNE from beneath his lashes and smiled shyly. "We want you to feel like you belong with us."

Strade glanced over at Ren, a fond smile on his face. "Exactly what Ren said." Then he nodded towards the car parked nearby in the rain. "Come on, let's get out of this downpour and into my nice warm car." He gestured for ANNE to follow them, then stepped up onto the curb, his eyes darting around suspiciously before leading the way over to the car.

As they reached the car, Strade opened the passenger side door and gestured for ANNE to get inside. "Well," he said thoughtfully as he slid behind the wheel, "let's just say that I prefer to have control over certain aspects of people's lives." He paused, his eyes narrowing, then glanced at Ren. "And Ren here is... well, Ren is my 'pet,' and I like to take care of him."

Ren nodded, looking downcast once more. "Y-yes. I belong to Strade now..." he muttered softly before glancing back up at ANNE hopefully. "So you'll be with us too?"

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow, looking amused now. "And why exactly wouldn't we be happy with that? Because you aren't a pet like Ren here?" He paused for effect before giving a sinister chuckle. "I assure you, my interests extend far beyond just having animals around."

Ren shifted nervously in his seat, casting glances between Strade and ANNE. His cheeks flushed as he blurted out, "W-well... if that's what it means to b-be with you... then I'd want anyone else to come too!" He looked down at his lap, mortified by his own words.

Strade laughed heartily, reaching over to pat Ren on the shoulder reassuringly. "There, there," he said between giggles. "You don't need to be shy about that. I think it's sweet

Strade glanced over at ANNE as he started the car. "Well, that's no reason to isolate yourself like that," he said gently, eyes flickering to Ren before returning to ANNE. "We all go through tough times sometimes... but having people around who care about you can make things easier." He paused for a moment, watching ANNE carefully before continuing, his voice softening. "You don't have to go through it alone."

Ren looked up at ANNE with big, concerned eyes. "Yeah," he murmured. "We could help you... be happy again..." His tail wagged hopefully behind him as he smiled warmly.

Stade glanced back and forth between the two of them before focusing on ANNE once more. "You know what they say about misery loving company? I don't think that's how it is with us... we want

"Well, you're right. You don't have to decide now." Stade said as he pulled out into the traffic of the late summer night. "You can take your time thinking about it... but just know that we won't pressure you one way or the other. We'd rather have you make this choice freely, and with a clear head."

Ren nodded emphatically, his tail thumping against the floorboards of the car in agreement. "Y-yes," he stammered softly, looking up at ANNE hopefully once more. "Wouldn't it be nice if we were all together? We could help each other and have fun..." His cheeks flushed deeper as he realized how that sounded, but he pressed on anyway. "...I-I mean, just to be friends... you know?"

ANNE smiled softly at the two of them. There was no way that she would

"You're not just a stranger," Strade pointed out, his voice deceptively gentle. "We met you today... we talked to you." He glanced at Ren as he spoke, a fond smile on his face. "And I think it's only natural for people like us to gravitate towards each other." The car fell silent for a moment as Strade drove, lost in thought.

Ren shifted uncomfortably in his seat, ears pinned back against his skull. "I-I mean... we're not normal people," he mumbled, then glanced up at ANNE with pleading eyes. "But I think... that maybe if we can help each other, we can be happy again." His tail flicked nervously behind him as he waited for ANNE to respond.

ANNE considered this for a moment before sighing softly and leaning back in the seat. "I d

Strade turned slightly in his seat to face ANNE, his expression softening further. "I'm glad you trust us," he said sincerely. Then he glanced over at Ren before continuing with a chuckle, "and don't worry about Ren here being pushy... he just gets excited sometimes." The car fell silent for a moment as they drove through the pouring rain.

Ren smiled shyly, his ears drooping as he looked down at his lap. "Y-yeah," he stammered. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong... it's just that..." He trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Ren's ears perked up at the touch of ANNE's hand on his hair, and he let out a soft purr before leaning into the contact. "Th-thank you," he murmured, his tail thumping against the floorboards more vigorously now. Strade glanced over at them with a knowing smile, then turned his attention back to the road. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment before speaking up, "You know, Ren isn't normally this..." he trailed off, searching for the right word, "...outgoing."

Ren grimaced but didn't protest; it was true enough. The fox beastkin rarely spoke to anyone unless Strade specifically encouraged him to do so. "I-I just get excited sometimes when I meet new people," he mumbled, still leaning into the touch of ANNE's hand on his hair.

Strade

"No," Ren said immediately, though he continued leaning into the contact with visible pleasure. "I mean... it's not that I don't like it..." He hesitated for a moment before adding quietly, "It's just... sometimes Strade doesn't let me be near people." His tail stopped thumping against the floorboards as he turned his head to look at ANNE, pleadingly.

Strade gave Ren a fond smile as he glanced into the rearview mirror. "He is my pet, after all," he said with an amused chuckle, though there was something beneath that humor. Something possessive and protective. "I just want to keep him safe and happy... and sometimes that means isolating him from other people."

Ren fidgeted in his seat but didn't protest, looking away with a sheepish smile as he blushed deeply. ANNE took this as an invitation

"Oh, no need to apologize," Strade reassured her with a warm smile. "As I said before, we're all in this together now." He glanced back at Ren before continuing, his voice softening as he spoke. "And Ren knows that my protection extends to those close to me... even if it sometimes feels a bit overbearing." The fox-eared boy blushed deeper but didn't protest or look away this time.

"Yeah," Ren agreed quietly, eyes still on ANNE. "He just wants what's best for us..." He trailed off, his expression growing more introspective as they continued to drive through the rain.

"Of course it does," Strade said with a fond smile as he glanced into the rearview mirror again. "As I've said before, we take care of those close to us... and now that you're part of our group, you're considered one of us." He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully before adding, "I won't force you to stay if you don't want to, but I hope you'll consider giving us the chance to prove ourselves as friends. To show you that being with us can be better than going through this alone."

Ren nodded vigorously from beside him in the seat. "Yes," he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "We want what's best for you... and we think that's with us." He paused for a moment before adding, "Especially if you make us happy too..." There was a pleading note in his voice

"Haven't you ever heard the saying 'love at first sight?'" Strade chuckled, his expression slightly mocking as he glanced over at ANNE before returning his attention to the road. "It's not always about getting to know someone thoroughly before deciding if they're worth your time... sometimes it's just a gut feeling." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Ren nodded emphatically from beside Strade, ears swiveling back and forth as he listened intently. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like... when you meet someone and they just make you feel happy... even if you don't know why or how." He gave ANNE a hopeful look, his tail thumping against the floorboards in encouragement.

"Oh?" Strade glanced over at ANNE with raised eyebrows. "You don't think your decision-making process is effective? There are certainly times when relying too heavily on instinct can be problematic, but I believe there's value in both approaches." He smiled reassuringly.

"Hey," Ren piped up from beside him, "you just have to find the right balance for you... and maybe learn to trust your gut a little more sometimes." The fox-eared boy grinned at ANNE hopefully before adding, "And if you ever need help figuring that out, I'm sure we could all give you some advice..."

"I'm sure we could all help you with that," Strade chimed in warmly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "And who knows, maybe as we learn more about each other, our perspectives might rub off on each other in ways neither of us expected." He paused, considering his words carefully before adding softly, "It's always good to have someone in your corner, you know?"

Ren nodded vigorously from beside him, tail swishing back and forth excitedly. "Yeah! And the more we all help each other out, the stronger we'll be... as friends." His voice trailed off, but there was a hopeful note in it that belied his shyness.

Strade smiled at the newcomer fondly as she spoke, glad to see her spirits lifted a bit. "We're almost there," he informed her. "You'll be able to see the house soon enough." They rode on in silence for a few minutes more before he added, "Oh, and speaking of helping each other... I made some changes around the place while you were out earlier today. Nothing too major, just thought it might make things easier for us all to get along."

Ren perked up at this, his tail swishing back and forth eagerly. "Yeah! Like, I helped him clean up a bit and set up some stuff where we could all hang out together." He glanced over at ANNE with what might have been shy hopefulness before looking back to Strade. "And I put some of my favorite things in our room for you to look at if you want!"

Strade laughed

"Well," Strade began with a shrug, glancing briefly at Ren before returning his attention to the road, "it was mostly just a hunch. I've seen people like you before... people who have been through similar situations... and sometimes I can tell when they're looking for something more." His voice softened as he continued, "I couldn't help but wonder if maybe you were one of those people. It turned out to be a good guess, it seems."

Ren nodded in agreement from beside Strade, his tail swishing back and forth slowly as he watched ANNE out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah," he murmured, "and I'm glad we met you. You seem really cool." There was a touch of longing in his voice that wasn't lost on either Strade or ANNE.

"Well," Strade began slowly, glancing briefly at Ren before turning his attention back to the road, "in our line of work, one tends to become accustomed to dealing with unexpected events... Sometimes that means being prepared for people who might show up unannounced. But I assure you, we only did what was necessary." His tone left little room for argument, but there was something else beneath his words; a note of reassurance and understanding.

Ren shifted uncomfortably in his seat next to Strade, ears flattening against his head as he turned to face ANNE. "Yeah," he mumbled softly. "We just... we wanted everything to be perfect for you." His voice trailed off, and a red hue crept into his pale cheeks.

"Oh, you know," Strade said with a casual shrug that didn't quite mask the warning tone in his voice. "This and that." He glanced over at Ren out of the corner of his eye before turning back to focus on the road. "It's not important right now. We should be there soon enough, anyway."

Ren nodded silently in agreement from beside Strade, gaze averted. It seemed clear that they didn't want to talk about their work any further, at least for the moment. The ride continued in silence as they neared their destination.

"Hmm..." Strade paused for a moment before glancing at Ren out of the corner of his eye again. Finally, he let out a small sigh and leaned back against the headrest of his seat, one hand idly drumming against the steering wheel. "Well... our line of work involves..." He hesitated again, apparently uncertain how much to reveal.

"He means we... help people," Ren interjected quickly, not meeting ANNE's gaze. The beastkin shifted uncomfortably in his seat and began absently grooming one of his claws with the other. "People who need... special attention." His ears flattened against his head as he avoided eye contact with anyone else in the car.

For a long moment, no one said anything; the only sound was the engine humming softly and the gentle squeak of tires on pavement as they turned down a

"Hmm..." Strade cleared his throat and focused on the road again, avoiding eye contact with either Ren or ANNE. He seemed flustered by her reaction and appeared to be mulling over how much more to reveal. Finally, he decided against it. "Thank you for saying that," he said gruffly. "It's... it's appreciated."

Ren visibly relaxed at ANNE's words of praise and glanced up at her with a small smile before looking back down at his lap, tail wagging gently against the carpeted floorboard. "Thank you," he whispered, sounding almost shy. "It means a lot to us."

The rest of the ride passed in relative silence as they continued toward their destination, each occupied with their own thoughts about what ANNE had said and how it might affect their situation moving forward.

"Heh," Strade snorted, not taking his eyes off the road as he chuckled. "You could say that." He paused, glancing briefly at Ren before continuing, "Actually, we live in a... special place. Not many people know about it or can find their way here on purpose. It suits us just fine." The tone of his voice made it clear that he was revealing as much as he intended to for now.

Ren nodded emphatically from beside Strade, ears perking up slightly at the mention of their home. "Yeah," he murmured, "it's our secret hideout... away from everything and everyone." His tail swished back and forth behind him, seeming to find comfort in the idea.

"Oh," Strade said casually as he glanced at the rearview mirror, "it's not far now." A pause, then a mischievous grin tugged at one corner of his lips. "Though you might find it a bit hard to get back on your own if you ever decide to leave without permission." His voice was soft and sinister as he glanced over at ANNE with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes, daring him to respond.

Ren, for his part, merely nodded vigorously from beside Strade. "Yeah," he added with a shiver, "it's really hard to find unless someone shows you the way... and even then, it can be easy to get lost." His voice took on a dreamy quality as he remembered their home fondly.

Strade raised an eyebrow at this as he drove. "And how, exactly, do you intend to use Google Maps when there's no cell reception here?" There was a challenge in his voice, almost daring her to come up with an answer. "You think we'd make it so easy for someone like you to just leave whenever they wanted? Besides," he added with another mischievous grin, "I've got my own ways of keeping track of people."

Ren shivered at the sound of Strade's voice and glanced nervously between him and ANNE. "Y-yeah... you can't just expect to leave whenever you want..." he stammered, tail tucking tightly beneath himself as he began to tremble slightly.

"Oh, I see." I nodded slowly. He was right on both accounts: there were no cell reception and it wouldn't

"Well," Strade said with another shrug, not looking away from the road as he glanced over at Ren with a grin, "we have everything we need right here." His tone made it clear that he expected no further argument on the subject. As for Ren... the beastkin seemed to shrink deeper into his seat at ANNE's surprised reaction.

"Yeah," Ren murmured quietly, ears drooping. "We've got plenty of stuff to keep us busy." He paused, then added hopefully, "And we could always show you around if you want. It's not so bad here..." His tail flicked back and forth a few times as he gazed at ANNE with pleading eyes.

"Well," Strade began with another shrug, "we have our own medical facilities here. Nothing major, but they're more than enough to handle whatever we need." He glanced at Ren again, his expression softening slightly. "And as for contacting the outside world... we have ways of doing that too."

Ren perked up slightly at this and nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeah, like I said before," he chimed in eagerly, "S-Strade's really good with tech stuff! He could help you set up something to talk to people back home if you want!" His ears pricked up hopefully as he glanced between ANNE and Strade.

Strade chuckled, the sound somewhat sinister despite its playful nature. "Oh, it's not quite as grand as that," he assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's just... comfortable here for us." He glanced at Ren again before turning his attention back to the road. "Besides," he added with a shrug, "you get used to it after a while."

Ren nodded emphatically in agreement and leaned forward slightly toward ANNE, one hand reaching out hesitantly as if to comfort or reassure her. "Yeah," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a desperate longing for acceptance, "we all just... want this to be our home."

"Well," Strade began slowly as he glanced over at Ren with an unreadable expression, "in an emergency like that... we'd contact someone who could help us. Someone who understands what we need." His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them.

Ren looked up at ANNE with wide, pleading eyes and nodded quickly. "Yes," he whispered. "We'd be fine. Strade would make sure of it." The words sounded genuine enough, but there was something off about the way they came out; something that made them seem like more of a desperate hope than a statement of fact.

As for Ren... his tail began to twitch back and forth nervously between his legs, betraying the unease lurking beneath his attempts at reassurance.

"Hmm..." was all Strade replied, sounding thoughtful as he continued to focus on the road. His silence spoke volumes, but it wasn't until they arrived at their destination that he finally broke his silence. "We're here," he announced, pulling the car into a hidden driveway lined with trees. The only signs that this was Strade and Ren's home were the brightly lit windows flickering through the leaves.

Ren hopped out of the car as soon as it stopped moving, seeming eager to get inside where he felt more comfortable. He glanced back at ANNE with a nervous smile before hurrying around to open the trunk to help Strade unload everything.

Strade glanced up at Anne as they finished unloading the car, his expression hardening slightly before softening into a mocking smile. "Oh, we're fine, thank you very much." He chuckled humorlessly, not quite looking her in the eye. "We can handle it ourselves."

Ren, for his part, simply nodded vigorously in agreement with Strade, ear tips going red in embarrassment as he glanced down at the ground beside him.

Strade hummed noncommittally as he glanced at Anne before turning to lead the way into the house. "Why don't you come inside? We can talk more about everything later." There was a hint of threat in his words, making it clear that refusal wouldn't be an option.

Ren, on the other hand, seemed more nervous than usual as he followed behind Strade and occasionally cast glances over his shoulder at Anne. His tail swished back and forth anxiously, betraying his inner turmoil.

Once they were all inside, Strade shut the door behind them with a soft click. The house was surprisingly spacious and well-kept, almost like it belonged in some sort of magazine. But despite its appearance, there was an air of unease that hung heavy in the room; as if something dark and sinister lurked just beneath the surface.

Ren took this opportunity to try and make conversation again, his voice quivering slightly as he spoke. "So... uh... what do you think about today's weather?" He asked nervously, gesturing vaguely toward one of the windows. "I mean, it was pretty nice outside..."

Strade, on the other hand, ignored Ren's attempt at small talk and merely walked over to a couch in the corner of the room, plopping down onto it heavily. His posture radiated exhaustion, as if he had been up all night.

Strade's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over at ANNE, his expression unreadable. "Ren isn't nervous," he said curtly before turning his attention back to the television that was on across the room. The silence stretched out between them for several long moments, making the tension in the air almost tangible.

Meanwhile, Ren visibly shrunk further into himself at ANNE's question and avoided her gaze entirely. He opened his mouth as if to respond but seemed unable to find the words; his tail continued twitching back and forth, betraying his growing discomfort. Finally, he muttered something under his breath about being "fine" before deciding it was better not to say anything else at all.

"Ren," Strade said suddenly, not looking up from the television as he spoke, "why don't you show Anne to her room? You can help her unpack and get settled in." His tone was cold and impersonal, more of an order than a request. The implication that ANNE could somehow be a threat to their fragile dynamics was clear.

Ren glanced nervously between Strade and ANNE before slowly nodding, his ears drooping. "Y-yeah," he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "C-come with me." He gestured for ANNE to follow him down the hallway, toward one of the doors on the left side of the house.

Ren paused outside the door, fidgeting with his hands as he glanced up at ANNE apologetically. "Um... about your room," he began awkwardly before trailing off. Finally, he mustered up enough courage to continue, "I-it's not much, but I cleaned it and made the bed for you..." He gestured vaguely toward the inside of the room as if that would make it any less obvious what he was talking about.

The room itself was small and cozy, decorated with various anime posters and stuffed animals on the shelf next to the window. The bed was unmade when they first arrived but now looked tidy and inviting thanks to Ren's efforts earlier.

Ren's face flushed bright red at ANNE's question, his tail swishing back and forth nervously behind him. "W-well... yeah," he stammered. "I-I mean, I don't know much about it or anything, but... I like what I've seen." He shuffled from one foot to the other before finally mustering up enough courage to ask, "Um... d-do you want me to change the posters or anything?" His ears drooped in hopes that maybe ANNE would say no.

Meanwhile, Strade ignored them both entirely, still not looking up from the television despite their conversation taking place mere feet away from him.

"Sleep now?" Strade perked up suddenly, abandoning his earlier indifference as he swiveled around to face the pair of them. "But it's still early!" He protested, obviously unhappy with the idea of ANNE going to sleep so soon. "There are things we can do! We could play games or watch movies or even..." His voice trailed off, as if searching for something more interesting, "...roleplay?"

Ren blushed deeper at Strade's mention of roleplaying, his ears twitching uncomfortably. "W-well," he stammered, "we could... I guess." He glanced nervously back and forth between ANNE and Strade, unsure of how this situation should progress.

Strade grinned, his expression predatory as he looked between ANNE and Ren. "Yes, roleplay," he purred, licking his lips slowly. "We can do whatever you want, ANNE. I'm sure we can make it... interesting for all of us." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed ANNE with an unblinking stare.

Ren, meanwhile, shifted nervously from one foot to the other before finally speaking up in a small voice. "I-if you want, I could... be your pet?" He offered hesitantly, his tail curling around his legs protectively. "Or we can do something else..." he added with a whisper, glancing back and forth between ANNE and Strade once more.

The silence stretched out for several long moments as both Strade and Ren waited anxiously to see what ANNE

Strade chuckled darkly, his expression predatory as he looked at Ren with an almost hungry glint in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry," he whispered to the beastkin, "I can think of something for us all to do." His gaze slid back over to ANNE and a slow, wicked smile spread across his lips. "Why don't we start with a game of truth or dare?"

Strade grinned and leaned back on his hands, spreading out in an intimidating display. "Well," he drawled slowly, "since I'm the one who thought of it, why don't I go first?" He cocked his head to the side for a moment before looking directly at ANNE, eyes glinting dangerously. "Truth or dare?"

Ren fidgeted nervously beside Strade, unsure of what to say or do. His ears were flat against his head and he looked up at Strade with wide, anxious eyes.

"Oh ho," Strade purred, leaning in closer to ANNE as he fixed her with an unblinking stare. "I think I have the perfect dare for you... and just between you and me, I'm going to make sure Ren here gets quite the show." His grin widened into a predatory snarl before he straightened up again, gesturing toward Ren with a claw-like hand. "Ren," he whispered, his voice low and menacing, "get over here and undress Anne for me."

Ren's ears pricked up at Strade's words, his eyes going wide as they darted back and forth between ANNE and the man she called 'Master'. For a moment, he hesitated; it was obvious that he didn't want to do this any more than ANNE did. But in the end, Ren knew better than to disobey Stra

Ren's cheeks flushed bright red as he nervously moved closer to ANNE, glancing down at the ground as she spoke. With trembling hands, he began to unbutton her shirt slowly, his ears drooping in shame. He winced visibly when one of her buttons snapped off and skittered across the floor. Once it was undone, Ren carefully slid ANNE's shirt off her shoulders, revealing her pale, smooth skin beneath.

Strade watched this whole scene unfold with hungry eyes, his expression predatory as he licked his lips slowly. "That's better," he purred. "Now the rest of it." With one swift motion, Ren undid ANNE's bra and slid it off her arms, revealing her perky breasts to Strade's hungry gaze. The sight made the man's breath catch in his throat as he

Ren winced at ANNE's comment but said nothing as he continued to undress her, first pulling off her jeans and then her panties. "There," he muttered softly once she was completely naked. Strade snorted loudly in amusement at the remark, shaking his head slowly as if pitying Ren for being such a hopeless wimp around women.

Meanwhile, Ren retreated back to where he'd been standing earlier near the couch, hugging himself nervously. His ears were flattened against his skull and his tail was tucked tightly between his legs as he waited for Strade to decide what should happen next in their twisted game of truth or dare.

"Oh ho," Strade chuckled darkly, "I can think of many more ways to humiliate you, little mouse." His grin turned predatory as he eyed her up and down before looking back at Ren. "How about it, Ren? You want to have some fun with our new pet?" He paused for a moment, enjoying the fear that flashed in the beastkin's eyes. "Or would you rather watch from over there?"

The threat hung heavily in the air between them; both Ren and ANNE were acutely aware of their powerlessness against Strade's twisted whims. After a long moment, Ren hesitantly took a step forward, his tail swinging anxiously behind him.

"Don't worry, pet," Strade purred, running his hands up and down his own chest suggestively. "We're just going to play a little game... one where Ren here will get to know you better." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing with a wicked grin, "But first..."

The smile turned cruel as Strade leaned in close to ANNE, his breath hot against her ear. "I want you to apologize to Ren," he whispered. "For making him feel so useless." He gave ANNE's shoulder a sharp squeeze before stepping back again.

Ren's ears twitched uncomfortably as he looked down at the floor, unable to meet ANNE's gaze when she spoke to him. "Y-you didn't..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it felt like that... sometimes."

Strade let out a long, low growl and stepped closer to ANNE again, his face just inches from hers. "Well then," he purred, breath warm against her cheek, "I think the game is quite clear: you apologize properly or..." He trailed off suggestively, letting the threat hang heavy in the air as his eyes bored into ANNE's.

Ren let out a tiny, shaky breath as ANNE apologized to him. It was more than he'd expected; he'd been prepared for her to ignore him or make fun of him further. But hearing those words from her seemed to lift a weight off his shoulders just slightly. He hesitated for a moment before speaking up, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own labored breathing. "Th-thank you..." he whispered, glancing away shyly as he forced out the words. Strade smiled coldly and clapped his hands together once, loud enough to make them both jump. "Excellent," he purred. "Now then, Ren... it's your turn to play." He stepped back, motioning for Ren to take his place in front of ANNE as he licked his lips slowly, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You may start however you wish

Ren looked at Annie nervously before taking a step closer to her. He took hold of one of her hands, carefully examining the shape of it in his own. "Hmm... Let's see..." he mumbled under his breath. Suddenly, without warning, he squeezed her hand firmly. "Ah! So cold!" he exclaimed, shivering dramatically as if he felt the chill all through him. Annie let out a tiny yelp of surprise.

"There, there," Strade crooned, moving closer to them once more. "Maybe if we rub your hands together like this..." He demonstrated by sliding his own hands up and down Annie's arms slowly. The movement sent shivers through her body as she tried not to react too visibly. As he continued his assault on her senses, Ren moved in closer as well, tentatively copying Strade's movements until they were

Ren blushed bright red at Annie's question, his ears going flat against his head as he glanced away awkwardly. "Um... I think so?" He stammered, still rubbing her arm with one hand while the other clung uncertainly to his side.

Strade purred, leaning in close to Annie's ear once more. "Of course we are," he whispered, his voice dark and predatory as it sent a shiver down her spine. "Why don't you ask Ren here another daring question?" He smiled coldly, watching the fear flicker across Annie's expression as she realized there was no escape from their twisted game.

"Go on," Strade urged gently, nuzzling against her neck. "Ask him what you want to." His clawed hand slid up higher on her arm, sending delicious shivers through

"Um..." Ren stammered, looking anywhere but at Annie as he spoke. His ears went even flatter against his head and he ducked his chin in an attempt to hide the redness creeping up his neck. "I-It's just... you know... we're both animals, and I-I never thought I'd see a real, uh..." He trailed off, blushing harder as Strade snorted darkly beside them.

"Go on," the man murmured into Annie's ear. "He wants to say it." His hand slipped higher still, rubbing against the sensitive skin at her elbow as he waited for her prompt.

Annie swallowed nervously but forced a soft laugh. "Come on, Ren..." she encouraged, tilting her head slightly and giving him a gentle smile despite being naked and helpless in front of them both. "You

Ren took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he steeled himself against the embarrassment coursing through him. Finally, he looked up at Annie with red-rimmed eyes, blushing furiously. "I feel... I feel weird," he admitted in a quiet voice. "I don't know why... but you make me nervous."

Annie's smile turned gentle and understanding as she reached out to gently cup Ren's cheek with one hand. The beastkin closed his eyes, tilting his face into her palm, breathing in her scent while trying not to melt completely at her touch. "It's okay," she murmured reassuringly. "We can both be nervous together."

Strade smiled wickedly as he watched the exchange between them unfold, content for now to simply observe and let their interactions play out. The truth was that Stra

Ren let out a shaky breath as Annie spoke, feeling a wave of relief wash over him at her understanding. He nodded, his voice barely audible. "Y-yeah... that'd be good." Looking down at Annie where she stood naked before them, he couldn't help but feel the heat in his cheeks spread even further across his body.

Strade chuckled darkly as he saw Ren's discomfort. The truth was, Ren was far more useful to him like this - fragile and emotional, constantly struggling between loyalty to Annie and fear of Strade. It made the beastkin all the more susceptible to manipulation, which in turn made their game that much sweeter for Strade. Still, for now at least, he allowed Ren his moment of awkward mercy.

With a clawed hand still resting on Annie's arm

Ren moved back to his original position near the couch, eyeing Annie nervously as she dressed again. He looked down at his feet, unable to meet her gaze, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked tightly between his legs. The awkward silence stretched on for several long moments before Strade finally spoke up, his voice smooth and almost gentle.

"Well then," he purred. "It seems we've played a few rounds already... how about another game of Truth or Dare?" He smiled at Annie innocently, as if daring her to object.

"Hmm..." Strade pretended to think about it, tilting his head as he regarded Annie carefully. "Alright then," he said finally with a shrug. "But just this one time, okay?" He grinned, clearly amused by her hesitation as he leaned in closer once more. "Your turn to choose: truth or dare?"

Ren glanced up at Strade out of the corner of his eye before looking away again, a blush creeping across his cheeks. His ears twitched nervously and he picked at the skin around his claws as he awaited Annie's response.

"Very well," Strade murmured with a smirk. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he asked, "What do you think about Ren? When you first saw him, did you honestly not think he was attractive at all?" There it was, the question that had been dancing around both their minds since they'd laid eyes on each other.

Ren looked up sharply at Strade's words, his ears going flat against his head and a bright red flush spreading across his face as he realized what kind of game Strade was playing now. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying not to react too visibly while Annie answered the question.

"No," she replied truthfully, her gaze fixed on Ren as she spoke. "I thought... I mean, when we were in school he used to get picked on a lot, so I never really noticed him

"Really?" Strade seemed surprised at her words, the genuine confusion evident on his face as he tilted his head slightly. "But Ren was... well, you've seen how I treat him sometimes." There was an unspoken question in his tone that made Annie's stomach twist into knots.

Ren looked up at the mention of his treatment and bit his lip. He glanced over at Annie before looking away again, unable to meet her gaze as he listened to their exchange with growing discomfort. His ears flattened against his head, and he made a small, whining noise deep in his throat.

Annie hesitated for a moment before deciding to elaborate further. "I mean... you know that I'm not attracted to people like that," she said carefully. "But even if I was... Ren isn't just some object to me." The words came

Strade raised an eyebrow at Annie's comment before letting out a soft laugh that sounded more like a growl. "Oh ho, so you're jealous?" He smiled cruelly down at her, his claws curling into fists at his sides. "Should I make him my pet all over again just to spite you?"

Ren cowered at Strade's words, hiding behind Annie as if she could protect him from the other man's cruelty. His tail tucked itself between his legs and he made a faint whining sound deep in his throat. "N-No! Please, Strade," he stammered out, eyes wide with fear.

"Hmm..." Annie looked at Ren, then back up at Strade. "You know what? You're right." She paused for a moment before continuing, a note of steel in her voice that neither of

Strade laughed darkly. "You're too naive to understand such things, little Annie," he purred. "Don't you see? Everything here is a game. Even your feelings." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping even lower as he spoke directly into her ear. "And I like playing with them the most."

Ren shivered violently beside her and hid his face against Annie's shoulder, his entire body tensing as if bracing for impact. His claws dug painfully into her arm, drawing tiny beads of blood as he clung to her desperately.

Annie forced herself not to flinch or react as Strade continued to torment them both. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, feeling the weight of their situation pressing down on her like a leaden cloak. She glanced over at Ren, tears welling up in

"What makes you think you deserve that?" Strade snarled, eyes narrowing as he drew back slightly to glare at her. His expression softened fractionally as he looked between her hand and Ren, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh very well," he purred finally. "You can touch him, just not there." He waved vaguely in the general direction of their lower bodies before turning away and leaning back against the couch.

Ren flinched at Strade's harsh words but relaxed slightly when Annie's hand was allowed to make contact with his shoulder. The beastkin looked up at her through red-rimmed eyes, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he nodded in thanks. "Th-Thank you," he stammered softly.

Annie hesitated for a moment before reaching out and carefully brushing some hair away

"Well, you see..." Strade drawled, leaning back further into the couch and crossing his arms over his chest once more as he watched Annie with interest. "It's simple really. I own both of them." His grin was predatory, almost feral as he gazed at her. "Ren here is my pet and you... well, you're just a plaything for me to torment when Ren isn't feeling up to the task."

Ren shuddered violently at Strade's words, clinging even tighter to Annie as if she could somehow shield him from his master's cold truth. "I-It hurts, Annie..." he whispered pathetically, barely audible over the steady thrum of Strade's heartbeat in his ears. "He does these things to me and I can't stop it..." His voice tra

"Well, that's where you're wrong." Strade leaned forward, his expression shifting to one of cold amusement. "Ren here enjoys this just as much as I do." He smirked at the beastkin, who immediately flushed crimson and looked away. "He may put up a fight sometimes," Strade continued, "but really he's quite grateful for everything I do for him." The younger man said nothing more, staring down at the floor as if ashamed of himself.

"And as for me..." Annie began, hesitantly looking up at Strade, "...I suppose... well, maybe not happy, but I understand my place here." Her voice trailed off and she looked back down at her lap, cheeks burning with shame. "At least until you decide what to do with me," she mumbled under her breath.

Ren glanced over at Annie from the

"Oh, it's just the game we were talking about earlier." Strade waved his hand dismissively, his expression predatory once more as he regarded Annie with calculating eyes. "Ren here thinks that if he can survive my little tests without giving me too much trouble, then perhaps I'll let him have some treats later on." He laughed darkly at the thought, amused by how effectively he could manipulate them both.

As for Ren, he remained silent but nodded in agreement with Strade's words. His tail slipped out from behind Annie and swished anxiously back and forth across the floor, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. He was desperate to please Strade, to make him proud, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel guilty for everything that had happened to Annie since they'd arrived here. The conflict within him made it impossible for him to

"Oh, you know..." Strade drawled nonchalantly, as if the idea was perfectly innocent. "Little rewards I sometimes give to Ren when he's been particularly good." He smiled cruelly down at Ren, who visibly trembled under Annie's touch but didn't dare protest or try to pull away. As for Ren, he whispered softly in her ear, "They usually involve things like food and cuddles... sometimes even toys." His voice was barely audible over the steady beat of Strade's heart. "But I have to be careful not to make too much noise or get too rough or..." He trailed off, glancing up at Strade warily before looking away again. "Why don't you ask me for a treat?" Strade purred sweetly, his tone dripping with false innocence as he gazed at Annie with predatorial intent.

"Oh, a treat for being such a good boy?" Strade's voice was syrupy-sweet as he reached over to rest his hand on Annie's shoulder. "I think that sounds like an excellent idea." His claws dug into her flesh, drawing blood as he emphasized his point, and she winced at the pain. "Y-Yes," Ren stammered, nuzzling against her arm in a pleading gesture. "Please, Annie... I need you to ask for it..." The beastkin's voice trembled with fear and desperation, eyes darting between Annie and Strade as he waited for her response.

Ren let out a muffled whimper as he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "S-She shouldn't have done that," he whispered hoarsely. "Now he's going to be angry." He trembled violently in Annie's embrace, claws digging even deeper into her skin. "Ah, so my little Ren has been a very naughty pet tonight, hmm?" Strade purred, leaning closer still as he pressed his body against Annie's back and ground his hips against her ass. His claws dug deeper into her flesh, drawing even more blood with each savage thrust. "And now he needs to be punished," he growled before releasing her shoulder with a sharp push that sent her tumbling forward onto the couch. Ren let out a choked sob as Strade climbed on top of him, pin

Ren let out a choked sob as Strade climbed on top of him, pinning his arms down with his full weight. The beastkin's face contorted in pain and fear as Strade positioned himself between Ren's legs, grinning down at the helpless figure beneath him. "Now who's the naughty pet?" he purred before lowering his head and taking a long lick up Ren's inner thigh. Ren arched off the couch with a muffled scream, bucking wildly beneath Strade as the other man continued to torment him, lapping at the blood trickling down Ren's leg while grinning like a maniac. The entire time, Ren kept his eyes locked on Annie, pleading silently for her help through tears of fear and despair.

Ren's tail twitched nervously against the floor as he watched Annie crawl closer to Strade and grab his shoulder. "D-Don't..." he stammered out weakly, tears streaming down his face. "Please don't hurt her... she didn't do anything..." His voice broke on a sob as he thrashed against the couch futilely, unable to escape or defend either himself or Annie from Strade's attentions.

"Oh?" Strade turned his head toward Annie and grinned cruelly down at her, eyes gleaming with amusement beneath the red contacts. "And what do you think you're doing, little plaything?" He snickered as he continued to lap up the blood on Ren's leg before moving lower to begin licking Ren's now-engorged cock.

Ren arched off the couch with a scream

"Oh, Annie..." Ren moaned weakly as he felt the touch of Strade's tongue on his cock. "He's just playing... Just like everything else here..." He didn't look at her, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling above them as he struggled in vain against Strade's hold.

Strade laughed darkly, still licking and sucking on Ren as he spoke. "Ah, so our little pet thinks you're just playing too, hmm?" He drew back briefly to look Annie over before giving her a slow, predatory grin. "Why don't you join in the fun, Annie? You can be my plaything for the night..." His voice was thick with lust and cruel amusement.

Ren shuddered violently at Strade's words, his entire body tensing as he waited to see if An

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow curiously as he glanced between Annie and Ren before licking his lips suggestively. "And what exactly did you have in mind for me to do, my sweet little plaything?" His voice was silky-smooth as he traced a finger down the center of Ren's chest before circling his tight nipple.

Ren looked up at Annie through reddened eyes, face flushed and body trembling with desire and fear. "A-As long as you're okay with it..." he whispered hoarsely, hands shaking as they clutched desperately at the fabric of his shorts. "I mean... I want to make you happy too..."

Annie smiled down at Ren gently, stroking his hair softly. "It's alright, Ren." She purred, her voice low and soothing despite the

Strade smirked as he licked his lips once more before leaning forward to take Ren's cock in his mouth, beginning to suck and tongue the length expertly. Ren arched off the couch with a loud moan, eyes rolling back into his head as pleasure washed over him. He reached out for Annie, pleading with his gaze for her touch.

Ren's tail twitched wildly against the floor as he threw his head back and writhed under Strade's expert ministrations, desperately trying to get closer but trapped by the other man's hold. "Ahh... Annie..." he moaned hoarsely, face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust. "Please... touch me..."

Ren writhed beneath the other man's ministrations, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he strained against the couch, desperate for contact with Annie. "Not... there..." he panted, reaching out to brush his fingertips against her hand resting on his cheek. His hips bucked up into Strade's mouth in a futile attempt to get closer, eyes pleading as he begged for more contact.

Strade paused briefly before sucking harder on Ren's cock, his free hand coming down to grasp Ren's flailing wrist and pinning it to the couch beside him. "Look at me," he growled into Ren's ear before releasing his mouth with a wet pop. He glanced up at Annie, eyes narrowed as he said, "Go on, then." His voice was low and dangerously soft.

Ren let out a shuddering moan as Annie's hand stroked his chest, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him. His hips bucked up into Strade's mouth once more, seeking frantic release from the building pressure within him. He couldn't help but glance at Annie between labored gasps, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the situation.

Strade sucked harder on Ren's cock as he felt the other man's body tense beneath his lips. His eyes darted between Ren and Annie, enjoying the power he held over them both in this moment. He knew that for now, Ren was his to play with however he pleased... and that Annie was there solely to watch and encourage their little game.

"Gods, yes..." Ren moaned, arching his back off the couch as he felt Annie's hand on his stomach. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge, and with a hoarse cry of release, he came hard in Strade's mouth, spurting thick ropes of hot seed down the other man's throat. As he collapsed back against the couch, spent and panting, Ren let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Strade pulled off with a wet pop, grinning smugly at Ren as he leaned forward to lick his lips clean before turning his attention back to Annie. "And how about you?" He purred, running a claw down her arm suggestively. "Would you like a treat too?" His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement beneath the red contacts.

"Of course," Strade purred, smirking at the way Annie so easily fell for his lies. He stood up gracefully, towering over her as he said, "Come with me." Then he turned to glance down at Ren, who was still catching his breath on the couch. "Ren will make sure you don't wander off," Strade added casually before walking away, leaving Annie no choice but to follow him or risk losing her chance for help.

Ren watched as Annie hesitantly followed after Strade, tail flicking nervously behind him. His expression softened slightly as he whispered, "I'm sorry about everything..." Then he looked down at the mess they had made on the couch and winced before starting to clean it up, gathering up the discarded clothing and wiping the blood off the floor with a rag.

As Annie was led away

As Annie was led away by the captor she had come to trust, Strade kept up his charade, acting like the doting boyfriend concerned about her wellbeing. He escorted her to a makeshift infirmary in the corner of the basement, where he produced some basic first aid supplies and began tending to her injuries with gentle hands and soothing words.

Ren, meanwhile, remained behind in the living area of the basement, still cleaning up the mess they had made. He couldn't help but steal glances at Annie whenever he thought Strade wasn't looking, his heart aching for her despite everything that had happened. Even now, as she was being tended to by their captor, Ren felt a sense of longing and possessiveness toward her that went beyond what should be possible in such a situation.

"There you go," Strade murmured once he'd

Ren's orange eyes darted over to Annie as she spoke, the expression on her face mirroring his own confusion. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing that it was partially his fault for not warning or protecting her better.

Strade gave Annie an innocent smile, running a hand through her hair in what he hoped looked like a comforting gesture. "Oh, don't worry about that, sweetheart. Sometimes I just get a little carried away when I'm playing with Ren," he lied easily. "It's all in good fun." His eyes flickered to the beastkin on the couch before returning to Annie's face, a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"But enough about that," Strade continued. "How about you tell me what brings such a pretty girl like yourself into a place like this?

Strade chuckled darkly, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Oh, you're right," he said, leaning closer to her until their faces were barely an inch apart. "I'm sorry, beautiful one." He paused, savoring the fear that glimmered momentarily in Annie's eyes before continuing. "You must have me confused with someone else. I would never lay a hand on someone so lovely and delicate as yourself..."

Ren watched this exchange with a mix of fascination and horror. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward Annie, even though he knew that doing anything to defy Strade would only make things worse for all of them. As much as he hated himself for it, Ren remained silent and still on the couch, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him.

"But,"

Ren felt his heart ache as he saw the confusion and hurt in Annie's eyes. Even though she was being manipulated by Strade, there was still something undeniably vulnerable about her that made it difficult for him to bear. He wished he could somehow shield her from Strade's games, but he knew that any such attempt would only make things worse for all of them in the end.

Strade smirked triumphantly at Annie's reaction, savoring the power he held over her in this moment. "Oh, love," he cooed, reaching out to caress her cheek gently, "you have no idea how smart you are." His tone was syrupy sweet as he leaned closer still, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You're exactly the kind of clever girl I like. The one who understands the rules and plays along." He paused, watching her carefully for any

Strade chuckled darkly. "Oh, come now, sweetheart," he said, his voice still velvety smooth as he leaned closer to nip at her earlobe. "You're too smart for that. You know just how things work around here." He trailed off suggestively, his fingers flexing slightly against the skin of her cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip in a seductive gesture.

Ren watched them from where he sat on the couch, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him. A part of him wanted to intervene, but another part was paralyzed with fear and self-preservation. He knew that any action he took would only make things worse for Annie... and possibly for himself as well.

Strade paused, his expression darkening as he leaned back to look at her. "Is that so?" he asked coldly. "Well then, maybe we should change the rules a bit." His eyes flickered to Ren before returning to Annie's face, a predatory glint burning in their depths. "Why don't you two show me what you can do together?"

Ren flushed crimson at Strade's words, his ears folding back against his head as he looked down at the floor. He couldn't help but feel conflicted - on one hand, he was grateful for any chance to please and stay close to Annie; on the other hand, he knew that this was all just a twisted game for Strade. His heart ached as he wondered how much more of this Annie could take before she broke completely.

Annie looked uncertainly between Ren and Strade, her

"Ah, perfect," Strade purred, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them with a satisfied smile. "Why don't you show me just how good you two are together?" His eyes shifted between Annie and Ren, seemingly drinking in every moment of their interaction.

Ren hesitated for only a fraction of a second before moving to obey Strade's command. He climbed onto the couch beside Annie, his tail wagging slightly despite himself, and wrapped his arms around her as best he could, pressing his cheek against hers. The beastkin couldn't help but tremble beneath the weight of the conflicting emotions swirling through him.

As Ren held Annie close, feeling the warmth of her body against his own and the softness of her skin under his claws, he couldn't help but wonder if this was really

Strade hummed thoughtfully, watching them with an interested expression as they cuddled together on the couch. He leaned forward slightly, bracing his elbows on his knees, and stroked a claw over Annie's arm in a light, almost idle motion. His other hand traced idle patterns across Ren's back before coming to rest on the base of his tail, giving it a playful squeeze.

As they continued to watch this display of affection, Strade couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. It almost felt like he had won something. He glanced at Ren out of the corner of his eye and smirked darkly, wondering just how far he could push them before they finally broke under the pressure.

Strade watched them with a pleased expression as they interacted, seemingly oblivious to his presence or the context of their situation. He couldn't help but feel a surge of power and control coursing through him at seeing Annie and Ren so close, almost as if they belonged to him. His eyes lingered on Ren for a moment before he looked back at Annie, a thought occurring to him.

"Hmm," Strade mused aloud, "maybe you two should have some privacy." He glanced meaningfully between the couch and another door in the room before standing up gracefully and moving toward it, hand reaching for the doorknob. "Go on," he said softly, his voice almost gentle, "I won't disturb you if you don't make too much noise."

As Annie and Ren shared a look, uncertainty flickering in their eyes, Strade paused with his

"Go on," he said softly, his voice almost gentle, "I won't disturb you if you don't make too much noise." As Annie and Ren shared a look, uncertainty flickering in their eyes, Strade paused with his hand reaching for the doorknob. He smiled charmingly at them, baring his teeth in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, before turning and retreating into the other room, leaving the door open just a crack behind him. The moment he was out of sight, a tense silence filled the air as Annie and Ren exchanged worried glances once more.

Ren felt conflicted, torn between his loyalty to Strade and his growing affection for Annie. Part of him wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to make sure she was okay... but another part knew that any such action could have dire consequences for all of them. He hesitated before leaning

Ren swallowed hard, biting back a whimper as he struggled to find the words. He glanced down at his bandaged hands and winced visibly before looking up at Annie again, tears forming in his eyes. "Y-yes... it hurts... s-sorry..." he stammered out, his voice barely audible over their shared heartbeats.

Annie reached out to gently brush a lock of hair behind Ren's ear, her expression softening with concern. "There must be something I can do," she murmured, glancing around the room before spotting an unused roll of gauze on a nearby table. She rose gracefully from the couch and hurried over to it, retrieving the roll with nimble fingers.

Ren watched her move with a mixture of awe and longing, wishing he could be as strong and self-assured as she seemed. He

Ren looked on anxiously as Annie went to retrieve the items, unsure whether he should trust her or not. But as she returned and began to tend to his injuries with gentle care, a wave of relief washed over him, tempered by guilt for involving her in this situation. He let out a quiet whimper at the contact but didn't protest otherwise, grateful for the comfort she offered even though he knew it was all part of Strade's twisted game.

Strade watched from his vantage point behind the open door, one eyebrow raised in amusement. He couldn't help but smile as he saw Annie taking care of Ren, her movements growing more and more intimate with each passing moment. He chuckled to himself, unsure whether it was more satisfying for him to see them together this way or to know that he could pull the strings and make them do whatever he wanted. Either way, he

Ren looked at Annie with shame-filled eyes as she asked the question that had been nagging at him ever since they'd brought her here. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. "We weren't lying about wanting love and friendship... but we were desperate, and Strade... promised us things..." His ears drooped miserably and he turned his head away, avoiding Annie's gaze.

Strade smirked to himself as he watched the interaction between Ren and Annie from his hiding spot behind the door. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at seeing them both so conflicted, caught up in their own emotions and desires. It only added to his power over them, and he reveled in it.

"Strade," Ren spoke up again after a moment, "he... promised us safety if we helped him." His voice was

"It's complicated," was all Ren could muster in reply. He looked away, unable to meet Annie's gaze as he wrestled with the truth of his words. The pain in her voice cut deep, but he knew that if he didn't play along, things would only get worse for both of them.

Strade chuckled darkly from his hiding spot behind the door. "Complicated indeed," he muttered under his breath. "But then again, what do you expect? This is just the beginning." He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, imagining the myriad ways in which he could continue to twist their lives into a web of pain and submission. It was almost enough to make him hard.

Strade leaned forward, his expression shifting as he considered Annie's words. "Don't be stupid," he snarled. "You think anyone would believe you if you just vanished like this? They'll assume the worst, and then where will they be? Better to stay here where it's safe... for now." He grinned, baring his teeth in a predatory smile that sent shivers down Annie's spine.

Ren looked up at Annie with pleading eyes, torn between loyalty to Strade and concern for her wellbeing. "It's not that simple..." he whispered hoarsely. "Strade has... connections." The last word hung in the air like a lead weight, carrying unspoken implications that neither of them dared voice aloud.

"Oh, please," Strade scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped out from behind the door. He walked over to Annie and leaned down close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he spoke in a low, threatening whisper. "You think anyone will risk their life for you? They'll assume you ran away or got mixed up with the wrong crowd."

Ren winced at Strade's words but couldn't bring himself to object out loud. In his mind, Annie was already gone; there was no use in rocking the boat now. Better to just wait and see what happened next.

Strade straightened up and smirked down at them both before walking back over to the couch where he'd been sitting earlier. "Now," he said casually, sprawling out across it like a king on his throne, "why don't we all just relax for a while?"

"Oh please," Strade snorted derisively. "You think anyone will risk their life to save some old bat like you? You're delusional if you think that." His grin was cold and predatory as he gazed at Annie with disdain, the fangs peeking over his bottom lip making her shiver in revulsion.

Ren looked down, unsure of what to believe. On one hand, he didn't want to see Annie hurt; on the other... well, there was no denying that Strade had been good to him so far. "Maybe..." he whispered, tail drooping between his legs as he considered their plight.

Strade turned his head to look at Ren with a curious expression. "What do you mean 'maybe', rat?" He demanded sharply. "Are you starting to doubt your loyalty now?" His voice was dangerously quiet, almost

Strade narrowed his eyes at Annie. "I suppose we'll see about that," he murmured darkly. He glanced back over at Ren, a predatory smile curving his lips. "It seems like you might need some... additional training," he said slowly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed at the beastkin intently. "To remind you of where your loyalty truly lies."

Ren swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the intensity in Strade's gaze. He forced himself to meet the other man's eyes unflinchingly, not wanting to give away any weaknesses. "I... I understand, Master," he stammered out, the title tasting bitter on his tongue as it passed between his lips.

The moment hung in the air like a thick fog, and Ren couldn'

Strade smiled coldly at Annie's confused expression. "Oh, don't worry about that, my dear," he purred, running a hand through his hair lazily as he continued to regard Ren. "Ren here has been... underperforming recently. It seems some time in the dungeon might be just what he needs." He paused, lowering his voice threateningly. "Or perhaps I should send him back to the pet store where he belongs..."

As the weight of Strade's words settled over them, Ren glanced nervously at Annie before looking away again, his ears flattening against his head in submission and fear. There was nothing else he could do; he belonged to Strade now, body and soul. He would obey his every command, no matter how degrading or painful they might be...

Strade watched the exchange between the two with growing amusement, enjoying the power trip

"Oh yes," Strade drawled with a wicked grin, "the dungeon." He gestured vaguely to the basement stairs behind him. "Down there is where I keep all of my... toys," he said darkly, his eyes flicking meaningfully between Ren and Annie. "And trust me, you don't want to end up down there."

Ren whimpered softly at the mention of the dungeon, clutching at the chains wrapped around his wrists. He glanced pleadingly at Annie, willing her to understand that he had no choice in the matter, that Strade held all the cards. But as much as she seemed to want to help him, there was nothing she could do.

"Well," Strade continued conversationally, "what do you say, Ren? Shall we see if you've learned your lesson?" He paused

Strade chuckled darkly. "Well, well," he drawled, eyeing Annie warily, "looks like we've got a bit of a defiant one here." He leaned back on the couch, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "I don't suppose you'd care to join Ren in the dungeon, would you? Just for fun?" There was a malicious glint in his eye as he spoke, and Annie could feel her heart race with fear at the mere suggestion.

Ren whimpered softly, looking up at Strade with pleading eyes. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, "please don't make her." But it was clear to both of them that the decision had already been made; there was no stopping Strade once he set his mind to something.

Strade studied Annie for a long moment

"Very well," Strade replied with a sinister grin, "then it seems our little games are about to get more interesting." He gestured casually towards the basement stairs. "Go on ahead, the two of you. And remember," he added in a cold warning tone, "disobedience will not be tolerated."

Ren looked at Annie with tearful eyes, his tail between his legs. He didn't want her to go through this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Nodding miserably, he began trudging down the stairs towards the dungeon, leaving a trail of blood and tears behind him. Annie followed close behind, trying not to let her fear show on her face as she prepared for whatever horrors might await them below.

Strade watched them descend with hungry eyes, anticipation thrumming through his veins like an electric current.

Ren turned to face Annie as she placed her hand on his shoulder, looking up at her through tear-streaked eyes. He clutched at his wrists, grateful for even this small gesture of kindness in the midst of their shared misery. "T-thank you," he stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Strade watched them from up top, amusement dancing in his eyes. So she really was trying to help him after all... interesting. His predatory smile grew wider as he considered the possibilities this new development presented. Perhaps there was still some fun to be had even before they reached the dungeon itself; a game of cat and mouse, with both Ren and Annie playing their parts perfectly. He licked his lips hungrily, already imagining the show that was about to unfold before him.

"Don't forget," he called down the st

"Ah, there you two are," he purred, his eyes sweeping over them both as they stood at the bottom of the stairs. "I've been thinking... why don't we play a little game? You see, I'm feeling quite generous today. The loser gets to go back upstairs and enjoy some well-deserved rest," he said with a sly grin, his eyes flicking between Ren and Annie once more. "But the winner... well, let's just say they get something extra special."

Ren trembled where he stood beside Annie, torn between hope and fear at the mention of going back upstairs. He glanced nervously at her before looking away again.

"So," Strade continued, "here's what you'll be playing for. If Ren wins, he gets to stay with me... as my pet," he drawled suggestively,

"Ah, if you win..." Strade leaned forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he appraised Annie up and down. "If you win... I might be inclined to let you go." His voice was low and dangerous, almost a growl. "Provided you've learned your lesson, of course."

Ren's ears perked up at the mention of being released. He glanced hopefully at Annie before quickly looking away again, his tail tucked between his legs.

"Well?" Strade prompted impatiently, arching an eyebrow. "What do you say? Are you ready to play?"

Annie hesitated for a moment longer, her gaze locked with the predator's across the room. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly. "Alright," she whispered. "Let's play."

Strade grinned wickedly at Annie's eager acceptance, enjoying the thrill of control that surged through him at her surrender. "Oh, it's a simple game," he purred. "The rules are quite easy to follow." He gestured towards the dungeon behind them. "All you have to do is find the key that will unlock my most prized possession... my favorite toy."

Ren glanced worriedly at Annie before looking back down at the floor, his ears drooping miserably. The last thing he wanted was for her to suffer more than she already had. But there was nothing he could do; they were all in Strade's hands now.

Strade eyed them both thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "The game will be timed," he said, his voice cool and calculating. "I've given you ten minutes to find the key

"Well, well," Strade drawled mockingly, "looks like we've got a smart one here as well. You're right; that was a bit unfair of me." He paused for dramatic effect before grinning maliciously once more. "As it happens, though, Ren here holds a special place in my heart... but not quite as dear as you might think. No," he continued, licking his lips slowly and leaning forward in anticipation, "the key to your freedom is actually hidden with one of the other toys down there." He paused again before leaning back in his seat, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

Ren looked up at Annie apologetically from where he stood beside her. There was nothing else he could do; he had no choice but to obey Strade. The brute sighed heavily, resigned to his fate for the time being as he waited for the timer

"Very well," Strade drawled with an amused smile. "Then I suggest you get started, my dear. Ten minutes starts... now!" With that final word, a digital timer began to count down on the wall above them. Annie took a deep breath before nodding solemnly and turning to face the dungeon doors.

Ren watched her anxiously for a moment before speaking up. "Be careful," he murmured softly, his tail tucked between his legs. "Strade is dangerous... you don't know what might happen if he gets angry." He glanced at his captor, who was once again watching the unfolding scene with an air of predatory anticipation.

As Annie stepped forward towards the dungeon doors, Ren could only hope that she found the key quickly and safely. For both their sakes.

Inside the room are various forms of bondage equipment, as well as a small altar with several phallic-shaped idols adorned in jewels and fur. A chest sits in one corner, chained shut, and a collar with a keyhole dangles from a hook on the wall above it. Other various toys are scattered about, some still wearing remains of Ren's own clothes.

Strade smirks maliciously as he sees Annie take it all in. "Well, well, look what we have here," he drawls, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Seems you've found my playroom. Now, which toy do you think holds the key?" His eyes flicker back and forth between Annie and Ren, hungry for a response.

Ren cautiously takes a step forward, approaching the chest with the chained-up col

"Oh, you must be quite the clever one," Strade leers at Annie as he watches her examining the keyhole on the collar. "I'm impressed." His gaze turns to Ren, who looks both nervous and hopeful at Annie's progress. "But remember, time is ticking. You don't want to be too thorough," he taunts, licking his lips suggestively as he watches them both through half-lidded eyes.

Ren looks back and forth between Annie and the collar, unsure whether to help her or not. He takes a tentative step forward, hesitantly reaching out to touch the collar. "I-It's probably this one," he stammers, his voice trembling slightly. "I mean... I don't know for sure... but I think it's the only key."

Annie turns her

"Someone who doesn't want people to take their toys without playing fair," Strade chuckles darkly, a hungry glint in his eye as he watches Annie examine the collar with renewed interest. "Well done, my dear. Looks like you found it." He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall, waiting for time to run out.

Ren whimpers softly, grateful that she found it so quickly but dreading what will happen next as Strade's eyes bore into him once more. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes. "Please don't make me go back..."

"Ha!" Strade exclaims mockingly as he sees Annie attempt to open the chest with the collar's keyhole. "Very clever, but I'm afraid that won't work." His predatory grin widens into a feral snarl. "That's not how you unlock something so special."

Ren shrinks back against the wall, his eyes darting frantically between Annie and Strade. He wants nothing more than for them to escape together, but he knows what will happen if they don't follow Strade's rules. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he watches anxiously.

"Now, now," Strade chuckles darkly, amused by Ren's obvious discomfort. "There are other ways to unlock things... especially when you know the right question to ask." He leans forward on the

"Ah, so clever," Strade praises mockingly. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd figure that out on your own." He laughs maliciously, watching Annie intently as she looks around the room in confusion. "No need for that, my dear. The key is right here," he says, gesturing towards Ren.

"Ren... the question is this: what does Strade want most?" He leans back against the wall again, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he waits for Ren's reply.

Ren looks at Annie apologetically before nodding slowly in understanding. "He... he wants me," Ren whispers, taking a tentative step forward. "To be his pet." There is an almost pleading note to his voice as he says this; the words feel like a confession of defeat more than anything else.

Annie looks at Ren, then back at

Strade laughs darkly at Annie's confusion. "Oh, it helps tremendously," he says with a sinister grin. "You see, the true key to unlocking my most prized possession isn't physical. It's knowledge." He pauses dramatically before continuing, his voice growing harder and colder as he speaks. "The question you must ask yourself is this: what does Ren truly want?"

Ren looks down at the floor, his ears flattened against his head in submission. After a moment's hesitation, he whispers, "I-I just... I want to be free..." His voice trails off, his tail curling around him protectively as he waits for Annie's response.

Annie looks back and forth between Ren and Strade, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, she glances down at the chest with renewed

Ren looks up at Annie with pleading eyes as he hears her say that the key isn't for the chest. "No..." he whispers softly. "It's not... But I-I thought you understood." He begins to pace back and forth, his tail thrashing behind him in agitation. "The true prize," he says eventually, stopping beside Annie and looking into her eyes, his own filling with tears, "is freedom... for both of us..."

Strade laughs coldly, watching Ren squirm beneath his gaze. "Ah, so it's like that, is it?" he asks mockingly. "Well then, I suppose we should see if your friend here truly means what she says." His predatory grin returns as he steps forward and grabs Ren roughly by the arm, yanking him away from Annie.

"Now," Strade whispers malevolently

"Ha!" Strade laughs darkly, his eyes sparkling with cruel amusement. "And how would you know that, my little clever one? Did your pet here tell you?" He tightens his grip on Ren's arm, causing the poor beastkin to wince in pain.

Ren whimpers pitifully, his tail curled tightly around him as he tries to squirm out of Strade's grasp. "Please, Strade," he begs. "Let us go... we'll never tell anyone..."

Strade smirks wickedly at the pair before turning back to Annie. "Fine, then," he says smoothly, releasing his grip on Ren and stepping away from him. "If freedom is what you truly want, my dear, then prove it." He gestures toward a nearby table littered with various tools and instruments of pain. "Pick

"Oh, come now," Strade laughs mockingly. "I'm not that cruel. You just need to do one simple thing." He leans in close, his hot breath fanning Annie's face as he whispers malevolently, "You must hurt my pet here... and make him cry."

Ren trembles where he stands, tears streaming down his cheeks at the thought of being hurt again. "P-Please," he sobs softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of Strade's mocking laughter. "D-Don't make her do this..."

Annie hesitates, glancing between Ren and Strade. She knows that if she refuses, nothing will change; they'll both remain trapped here forever. But the thought of hurting Ren...

Strade throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the dungeon. "I should have known," he chuckles darkly, straightening up once more. "You really are a foolish little thing." He turns to face Annie, his expression hardening as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine then," he says coldly. "Have it your way." With that, Strade steps away from them and casually walks back to where he had been sitting before, watching them intently as he waits for Annie's next move.

Ren whimpers softly, his eyes filling with tears once more as he watches Annie defy Strade. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice hoarse from sobbing. "I-I didn't want you to do this..."

"Hmm..." Strade watches the interaction between Annie and Ren with a mix of amusement and irritation. "I see you've made your choice," he says finally, not taking his eyes off them as he speaks. "It seems I underestimated your loyalty... but that won't save you." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding coldly, "Just means it'll be worse when I catch you next time."

Ren shivers at Strade's words, his ears flattening against his head in fear. His tail lashes wildly behind him as he clings desperately to Annie, tears streaming down his cheeks. "S-So what now?" he whispers hoarsely, unable to meet Strade's eyes.

Annie looks up at Strade defiantly, her chin raised in challenge despite her trembling voice and fearful

"Hmph," Strade grunts in acknowledgment, watching Annie with narrowed eyes as she suggests rest. "Very well," he says eventually, standing up and stretching. "But remember, the offer stands." With that ominous warning still hanging in the air, Strade walks away from them toward his tool area, calling over his shoulder, "You have until dawn to decide, Annie."

Ren whimpers softly as he clings tighter to Annie, unable to tear his eyes away from Strade as the other man disappears around a corner. "He's just... so scary," he whispers, shaking. "Why does he have to be like that?"

Annie sighs softly, rubbing Ren's back gently as she guides him over to a nearby blanket. "I don't know, Ren..." she whispers, her

Ren nods slowly, still shivering but feeling slightly more at ease with Annie's presence. As they lie down on the makeshift bed, he curls up into a ball, hiding his face in the crook of his arm as he tries to quiet his sobs. "I just want to go home..." he whispers brokenly between hitching breaths.

Strade paces back and forth nearby, occasionally glancing over at them before looking away again with a disgusted sigh. He can't believe that Annie is being so obstinate; it's truly infuriating. But for now, he decides to let her stew in her own decision, content to wait until dawn to see what she will choose.

"Hmm..." Ren mumbles into his arm. "Not as long as you... maybe four months?" He takes a shaky breath before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper now. "It all happened so fast... One day I was just walking home from work and the next thing I knew I was here." He closes his eyes tightly, trying to push away the memory of that terrible night.

Ren's tail thumps softly against the concrete floor as he lies with his back pressed against Annie's warm body. It's comforting, in a strange sort of way, and for once since being brought here he feels at least a little bit safe. Though deep down he knows that safety is fleeting when it comes to Strade.

"Huh," Strade says noncommittally before muttering to himself, "Well, at least the two of you have something in common now." He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a nearby wall, watching them with narrowed eyes as he waits for dawn to arrive. The clock on the far wall ticks slowly forward; each second feels like an eternity as they lie there, waiting for their fates to be decided.

Ren's ears twitch in annoyance at Strade's words but he says nothing, focusing instead on the comforting presence of Annie beside him. As the darkness begins to fade and the first hints of dawn light creep through the cracks in the boards covering the basement windows, he whispers nervously, "So... what are we supposed to do now?"

Ren sighs softly, nuzzling into Annie's chest as he nestles deeper into the makeshift bed. "But won't he just... check on us?" He trails off, unable to bring himself to voice his fear that Strade might return at any moment and punish them for daring to sleep through the night.

Strade hums thoughtfully, glancing over at them before looking away again with a small smile playing on his lips. It's almost as if he knows something they don't; a secret little game he's playing with them. His cold eyes watch them intently until eventually, with the first rays of sunlight spilling across the basement floor, Strade yawns widely and stretches before walking over to where Annie lies beside Ren.

"Alright," he says softly, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. "I suppose I

"I suppose," Strade repeats slowly, his gaze flicking back and forth between them before he finally relents with a shrug. "You both have a few hours; the two of you can decide what you want to do." With that cryptic remark, Strade turns on his heel and walks away, disappearing up the stairs with a quiet click of his combat boots.

Ren tenses up at first, unsure of whether this is some sort of trick or not, but as Strade doesn't return for several minutes Ren slowly begins to relax once more. Looking over at Annie, he gives her a tentative smile before saying softly, "I think... I want to go with you."

Annie blinks in surprise before looking down at Ren with a small, reassuring smile. Reaching out, she gently traces a circle on his cheek, the pads of her fingers feeling

Strade laughs darkly, almost mockingly. "Oh really? And how do you plan on that, hm?" His voice carries through the quiet room, causing the hairs on the back of their necks to stand up.

Ren trembles slightly beside her, shrinking away from Strade's cold glare. Annie squeezes his hand reassuringly, though she can't help but feel a knot forming in her stomach as they wait for the other man to respond.

"Well," Annie begins slowly, drawing strength from Ren's presence, "We-we could try to... run or something?" She winces slightly, wishing she had a better plan.

Strade's laughter dies down into a dark growl. "Fine." He says through gritted teeth, before pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to where they lie together on the floor. Bending down so that his face is mere inches from Annie's, he narrows his eyes and whispers harshly, "You should have picked better, you stupid bitch."

Ren flinches at Strade's words, pressing himself even closer to Annie in an attempt to hide behind her. His fox ears droop miserably as he whimpers softly, tears streaming down his cheeks once more.

Strade straightens up slowly, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Well then," he says with false sweetness, "I suppose you two should get going." With that final comment, Strade spins on his heel and walks away, disappearing back up the

As they make their way up the stairs toward freedom, Ren can't help but feel a pang of guilt at leaving Annie behind. He knows that if it weren't for her, he would have been forced to endure far worse at Strade's hands. But despite this knowledge, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to escape.

"I-I wish there was something I could do," Ren whispers hoarsely, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder. "For you, I mean..." His tail twitches anxiously behind him as they ascend the stairs, each creak of the wood seeming to echo through the entire house.

"Ren," Annie says softly, reaching out and resting a hand on his shoulder, "just focus on getting home okay? Once you're safe, you can figure out what you want to do." Her expression turns determined as she adds

Ren looks down at the floor, his ears flat against his head. "I don't know... I just wish there was something..." His voice trails off as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. Part of him wants to stay and help Annie, but the thought of finally being free and safe again is too much to resist.

Annie sighs gently, understanding Ren's predicament all too well. "I know it's hard," she says softly, "but you can't let fear control your life. You need to take back what's yours." She pauses, searching for the right words before adding, "Maybe someday I'll be in a position to help others like you and Ren... but until then, we all have our own battles to fight."

Ren glances up at Annie with teary eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

Ren's expression softens even further as they exit the house, his eyes scanning the area around them warily. "I just wish there was some way I could repay you..." he murmurs, running a hand through his hair nervously. The thought of leaving Annie behind fills him with an unfamiliar sense of guilt and unease.

Strade glances over at Ren from the corner of his eye, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Oh?" he drawls noncommittally. "And what did you have in mind, pet?" The word 'pet' is dripping with sarcasm and contempt, but Ren misses it entirely, caught up in his own thoughts about Annie.

Strade chuckles darkly. "Oh no, darling," he says, shaking his head as if amused by the thought. "I have better things to do than babysit you." His eyes flick toward Ren before returning to Annie, a calculating gleam in their depths. "You two are more than capable of handling yourselves. Besides..." He pauses for effect, leaning in close so that his warm breath tickles against her ear. "...I've got some other 'pets' that need attending to."

Ren shifts uncomfortably beside them, his tail curling inward as he feels a twinge of jealousy at Annie being the focus of Strade's attention once again. He bites down on his lower lip and looks away, unable to meet either of their eyes.

Strade smirks slightly before his expression hardens into something colder than before. He reaches out to roughly grasp Annie's arm, yanking her back toward him with surprising strength. "Don't you dare," he snarls, the tendons in his neck standing out as he forces himself to speak through clenched teeth, "think of leaving me behind."

Ren's ears flatten against his head at Strade's harsh words and sudden movement, but he doesn't intervene. He can only stand there, helpless and terrified, as Annie is once again dragged back into the web of danger that surrounds them all.

With a sickening feeling in his stomach, Ren follows after them, unable to tear his gaze away from this twisted dance between captor and captive. He knows there's no escape for either of them... not until someone finally

"Shut up," Strade hisses through gritted teeth, forcing Annie further back into the house. "I was only playing with you." His eyes flick over to Ren for a brief moment before returning to Annie's face. "Now sit down on that chair and wait until I say it's okay to move."

Ren trembles beside them, torn between fear of Strade and sympathy for Annie. He looks at her with pleading eyes, silently begging her not to antagonize their captor any further. The tension in the room is palpable as they all wait for Strade to regain his composure.

"Hmm." Strade tilts his head, seemingly contemplating Annie's question for a moment before letting out a tired sigh. "Why do you think I keep bringing you back here, hm?" He asks almost casually as he begins to pace around the room, never once taking his eyes off of her.

Ren looks at Strade with wide, frightened eyes. He knows there's no escape from this situation, not unless Annie can somehow convince their captor otherwise. But the thought of doing or saying anything that might anger Strade fills him with terror.

"Cruel?" Strade laughs darkly, stopping his pacing in front of Annie's chair. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies her face intently. "Honey," he says with a bitter smile, "I could snap your neck right now and not even break a sweat." The words are so cold, they send a shiver down Annie's spine despite herself.

"Ren...," Strade murmurs before glancing over at the beastkin, his eyes narrowing slightly. He stands up straight again and continues pacing, seemingly lost in thought for a moment longer before speaking again. "You see, Ren here was different from you."

"Different how?" Annie asks cautiously, not daring to look away from him for fear of provoking another outburst.

"That's one way to put it." Strade snorts before pausing, seemingly caught off guard by his own words. He turns to look at Annie, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Ren... you remember that time we brought home the boy from the club? The one who begged and cried all night?"

Ren flinches, nodding slowly in memory. His tail tightens around his body as he recalls the terrified expression on the young man's face.

"Well," Strade continues with a cruel smile, "he was nothing compared to you." There is an edge to his voice that chills Annie to her core, and she can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. "You fought back," he says softly, almost reverently. "And do you know why I keep bringing you back here?"

Annie swallows

"Oh." Strade arches an eyebrow at Annie's comment. "Well, you should have entertained more of my ideas," he says with a growl, pacing back and forth in front of her chair. "But I suppose it doesn't matter now." His eyes flick briefly over to Ren before returning to Annie. "The other boy... he isn't here anymore."

There is a long silence as Strade continues to pace and Annie stares at the floor, knowing all too well what happened to that poor soul. Finally, she looks up at him again and asks softly, "And me? What do you want from me?"

Ren shifts uncomfortably beside them, wishing he could offer her some sort of comfort or escape. But deep down, he knows there is no way out of this nightmare as long as Strade remains in control.

"Hmm." Strade looks thoughtful for a moment, regarding Annie with a cold stare. "I've never killed anyone," he says eventually, his voice dangerously calm. "But I have... disposed of people before." He pauses, narrowing his eyes slightly as if trying to decide how much more information to give her.

Ren shudders visibly at the casual way Strade speaks about killing and disposing of people, a shiver running down his spine. He can't tear his gaze away from the vicious glint in Strade's eyes as he looks back at Annie. It's clear that she's seen too much already... and there's still so much more for her to find out.

"As for you," Strade continues, "I want to keep you close. I want you to love me like Ren does." His voice drops low

"Is that so?" Strade says in a voice as chilling as ice water. His face twists into a mocking smile as he circles around behind Annie's chair. "Then maybe I should teach you how it feels to love someone like Ren does," he whispers, his hot breath tickling against her ear before moving down her neck.

Ren looks on with wide, terrified eyes, feeling sick to his stomach as Strade begins to touch Annie in a way that she clearly doesn't want him to. He wants to stop this, to protect her... but he knows that doing anything would only make things worse for all of them. So instead, he remains silent and still, watching helplessly as his friend is hurt yet again by their sadistic captor.

"Not yet." Strade's voice is colder than ever as he whispers against her ear. "But I might let you move them... later." His hands begin to wander further down her body, ignoring the way she squirms and gasps in protest. "I think you need a reminder of who's in charge here," he says with another cruel laugh, his breath hot against her skin.

Ren's heart is racing as he watches this scene unfold before him. He wants nothing more than to stop Strade, to protect Annie... but the only thing keeping them all alive is their captor's perverse sense of control. So he remains silent and still, unable to find the courage to intervene even as he feels his own desperation building inside of him.

As Strade continues to touch her in ways that should never be happening, Annie can't help but wonder if there is any

Strade's eyes narrow dangerously at Annie as she dares to speak up against him. His hands stop moving, but he doesn't pull them away either, leaving her vulnerable under his gaze. "Hmph," is all he says before turning to walk back around in front of the chair. "Fine." With a growl, he shoves her arms up and away from her body, forcing them above her head once more as he circles back behind her again. "Don't think you can talk your way out of this, though," he whispers venomously in her ear.

Ren looks on with a mixture of horror and helplessness, his tail twitching uneasily behind him. He wants to help Annie but knows that doing anything would only make things worse for all of them. So he remains silent and still, watching as Strade continues to torment their friend in whatever twisted game

"Because..." Strade's voice trails off, seemingly caught off guard by the question. He pauses for a moment before continuing in a soft whisper, "because no one else understands me like he does." His hand moves up to cup Annie's cheek and his thumb brushes against her lower lip gently. "He's always been there for me... through everything."

Ren watches the exchange between Strade and Annie with a mixture of fascination and fear. It's obvious that Strade has some deep-seated issues he needs to work out, but Ren isn't sure if trying to help him is the right thing to do or not. All he knows for certain is that they are all trapped in this nightmare together... and there doesn't seem to be any way out.

"Hmm..." Strade hums, leaning closer to Annie as her fingers continue to trace his cheek. "Perhaps," he whispers, the words coming out breathy against her lips. His thumb brushes gently across her bottom lip before pulling away, leaving a faint red mark behind.

Ren watches the scene unfold with bated breath, a mixture of fear and curiosity in his eyes. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as Strade pays attention to Annie like this... it reminds him of how he used to be with Ren before everything went so terribly wrong.

As if sensing Ren's gaze, Strade looks over at the beastkin with a dark glare. "Stay out of this," he growls, his voice menacing. "This is between me and her." With that, he turns back to Annie, leaning in even

"Hmm." Strade hums thoughtfully at Annie's words, seemingly mulling them over. "Perhaps you're right," he finally says with a small shrug. "But it's not that simple, is it?" He looks down at his hands for a moment before glancing back up at her.

Ren watches the exchange between Strade and Annie, feeling a twinge of guilt in his chest. He knows he shouldn't be jealous or possessive... but it's hard not to feel that way when Strade is the one who hurt him so badly. "You're right," he murmurs, averting his eyes. "I should just stay out of it."

Strade turns his attention back to Annie, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "See?" he says, sounding almost amused. "Ren understands too

Strade chuckles darkly as Annie kisses his cheek. "You're so naive," he says, leaning in closer to her touch. "He doesn't understand it either. But that doesn't matter." He pulls back slightly, gazing down at her intently. "What matters is that you love me... and I want you to show me how."

Ren watches the exchange with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. Part of him is relieved that Annie seems to be making some progress with Strade... but another part can't help but feel envious and angry all at once. He looks away, rubbing his arms nervously as he tries not to focus on the emotions churning inside him.

"Hmm..." Strade hums softly as he listens to Annie's words. His expression is unreadable, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes that might be interest... or maybe even confusion. He looks away for a moment, thinking deeply before finally turning back to her and giving a small nod. "Very well," he says quietly. "I accept your terms."

Ren watches the exchange between Strade and Annie with growing hope in his heart. Maybe they can find some sort of understanding after all... even if it means enduring more of Strade's twisted games in the process. He swallows hard, shifting uneasily on his feet as he tries to figure out how best to support them both through this mess.

Strade's expression shifts somewhat as Annie hugs him, the faintest hint of surprise flitting across his features before he composes himself once more. "Very well," he says in a clipped tone. "I believe I'll go prepare some food for us." He turns to walk away from them and disappears up the stairs, leaving Ren and Annie alone together in the basement once again.

Ren glances nervously between Annie and the stairs, not sure whether he should follow Strade or stay with her. After a few moments of hesitation, he decides to remain with Annie for now, moving over to stand beside her and giving her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his tail swishing back and forth behind him.

Ren's ears flick at Annie's words but he shrugs them off nonchalantly. "I'm fine," he mumbles before glancing back at the stairs again, still uncertain about whether or not to follow Strade. Finally, he decides against it and takes a step closer to Annie, looking up into her eyes as he asks, "Do you want me to stay here with you?" There's an underlying note of concern in his voice that almost borders on desperation.

Ren's ears droop as he listens to Annie's questions, his tail curling in around himself almost protectively. His gaze flickers away from hers for a moment before returning, filled with a mix of emotions that he can't quite put into words. Finally, he exhales slowly and says, "No... I don't hate you, Annie. I'm not angry with you either." He pauses, trying to find the right words. "It's just... difficult for me. Seeing the two of you together like this... it brings back memories, you know?"

He hesitates again before continuing, "And I want things to go back to how they were... but I know that's not possible." His voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the fragile state he's in. Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he

Ren leans into Annie's embrace, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tries to hold back sobs. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely between sniffles. "I... I never thought things would turn out like this." He pauses for a moment before pulling away, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Looking up at Annie, there's an unspoken plea in his expression.

Downstairs, Strade returns to the basement with several bags of groceries slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the foot of the stairs and glances at Ren and Annie before continuing into the kitchen, apparently intent on cooking something for their meal.

"Hmm," is all Strade says before continuing to unload the groceries onto the kitchen counter. He turns his head ever so slightly in Annie's direction as if contemplating her words for a moment, but says nothing else on the matter.

Ren watches from where he's standing by the wall, tears still glistening in his eyes. When he sees Annie offer to help Strade, something snaps inside him and his expression hardens. "No," he says sharply, "that's not a good idea." He crosses his arms over his chest and averts his gaze, refusing to look either of them in the eye.

Strade narrows his eyes as he turns to face Ren over his shoulder. "You're not the boss of me," he growls, his voice full of venom. "You don't get to decide what I do or who I talk to." He tosses a bag of potatoes onto the counter with more force than necessary, causing several others to tumble from their perch beside it.

Ren winces at Strade's words but says nothing in reply. Instead, he storms over to where Ren and Annie were standing earlier, shoulders hunched defensively as he begins pacing back and forth anxiously. His tail thrashes behind him, knocking things off shelves in his agitation.

"Hmm." Strade hums noncommittally as he continues to unpack the groceries. He seems distracted by his own thoughts and Annie's offer of tea doesn't appear to register with him for the moment. Ren pauses in his pacing when he hears Annie suggest making some lavender tea, but he says nothing. His ears are flat against his head, betraying how tense he still is from their earlier confrontation.

Strade glances over at Annie as she speaks before giving a curt nod. He then turns back to the counter, apparently lost in thought once more. As for Ren... he continues pacing restlessly, seemingly unable or unwilling to participate in whatever small semblance of normalcy Annie is trying to create in this twisted situation.

"Hmm," is all Strade manages before turning to face Annie once more, his expression contemplative. "You're right about that." He glances over at Ren pacing nearby but says nothing further on the subject. The silence between them grows uncomfortable as they continue preparing their meal side-by-side without any real conversation or interaction other than what's necessary for cooking.

Ren, however, does not seem to notice or care about this shift in the dynamic between Strade and Annie. His thoughts remain fixated on his own worries and fears, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else besides trying to regain some semblance of control over his rapidly spiraling emotions.

"Hmm," is all Strade replies as he continues to study Annie. His expression remains unreadable, but there's a hint of something close to appreciation in his eyes that was there before. As for Ren... he finally seems to have noticed their silence and glances over at them warily before returning his attention back onto the floor where it belongs. The tension in his shoulders eases slightly as he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down once more.

Strade glances over at the bag of potatoes sitting on the counter before turning back to Annie with a smirk. "I think we should make some roasted potatoes with garlic and herbs." His grin widens as he meets Annie's eyes, "You know how to do that, right?"

Ren pauses in his pacing again, listening to their conversation carefully. He doesn't trust Strade enough not to feel a knot forming in his stomach when the man addresses him with those knowing eyes. With a sigh, he decides against objecting and instead busies himself by pulling out various kitchen items from a nearby cupboard.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Strade says with a slight chuckle, reaching out to pat Annie on the shoulder affectionately. "We can all help each other learn new things." He turns away for a moment to retrieve a large pot from one of the cabinets before beginning to fill it with water on the stove. "Now then," he continues as he glances over at Ren, "why don't you start peeling those potatoes while I prepare the rest?" His tone is casual, almost conversational, but there's an unspoken command hidden beneath the surface nonetheless.

Ren hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding and moving to obey his master's "suggestion." As he begins peeling the potatoes, Ren can't help but feel like a mere pawn in this twisted game of manipulation and dominance... but then again, perhaps it's

Strade glances over at Annie as he waits for the pot to come to a boil. "Oh, you can help me cut up these onions," he says nonchalantly, gesturing toward a small pile of red onions sitting next to him on the counter. "That way we can all have our hands busy while we chat." There's an almost predatory gleam in his eye as he watches Annie's reaction to the suggestion, waiting to see how far he can push their newfound companionship before it snaps back into its former, more volatile state.

Ren looks up from where he's peeling potatoes and narrows his eyes slightly at Strade's words, but says nothing for now. Instead, he concentrates on preparing the ingredients, not wanting to draw any further attention to himself than necessary.

"There you go," Strade says encouragingly as he takes the small pile of onions from Annie once she's finished cutting them. He glances over at Ren before continuing, "You know what they say, don't they? The only thing better than crying is laughter." His voice holds a dark undertone that sends shivers down Ren's spine.

Ren stops peeling potatoes for a moment and looks up at Strade, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's your angle?" he whispers hoarsely. He glances over at Annie, worried about what might happen if they push too hard.

Another few seconds pass before Annie finally dares to ask the question that's been on all of their minds since Strade suggested this strange meal together: "Why are we doing this?" Her voice is soft and trembling, betraying her fear beneath

"A common goal," Strade echoes slowly, his gaze fixed on something in the distance as he mulls over Annie's words. After a moment, he turns back to her with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Very well then." Without another word, he begins seasoning the roasted potatoes and tosses them into the oven to cook while keeping an eye on them from where he stands.

Ren watches Strade carefully, still uncertain about what's happening here. He picks up a knife and starts peeling potatoes again, his movements jerky and tense. "We'll see how long this 'common goal' lasts," he mutters under his breath before glancing over at Annie out of the corner of his eye, "But for now... let's just make the best of it."

Strade's expression hardens at Annie's words, his grip tightening around the knife he's using to slice the vegetables. "Don't you ever compare me to him again," he snarls through clenched teeth, glancing over at Ren for a brief moment before looking back at her. "You don't know anything about us." He continues slicing the vegetables with renewed fury, almost as if taking out his anger on them.

Ren says nothing for a while, focusing on peeling the potatoes with a furrowed brow and tight jaw muscles. Finally, he speaks up in a quiet yet raspy voice, "We... had our reasons." He pauses, seemingly choosing his words carefully before continuing, "But things change." He glances at Strade out of the corner of his eye before looking back down at the knife in his hand

Strade looks at Annie with narrowed eyes. "Let's just say," he growls darkly, taking her question as a personal affront, "that sometimes things have to be... corrected." He glances over at Ren once more before turning back to the counter where he begins chopping parsley. "We didn't want you here in the first place," Strade mutters under his breath.

Ren says nothing for a long moment, focusing intently on peeling another potato. Finally, he speaks up softly but clearly: "That's not true." There's an almost pleading tone to his voice that doesn't go unnoticed by Annie, who looks at the beastkin with concern etched into her features.

Ren takes a deep breath before continuing more quietly, "Strade... we were just playing around. At first, it was just fun to see how far

"You saw too much," Strade snaps at Annie, his voice hardening once more. He glances over at Ren briefly before turning back to the counter where he continues chopping parsley with renewed vigor. "And you wouldn't stop asking questions." There's a dark undertone in his words that chills Annie to her core.

Ren looks away, swallowing hard as he fiddles with one of the knives on the counter. He seems uncomfortable discussing this topic further, but Strade's anger only serves to embolden him despite their relative power dynamics in this situation. "It wasn't her fault," he says quietly, meeting Annie's eyes for a moment before looking back at the knife in his hand. "She was just curious." His voice is barely audible above the sound of clanging pots and cutting board in

"Don't you dare," Strade growls out, pulling his wrist roughly from Annie's grip before spinning her around to face the wall. He presses his body against hers, pinning her arms behind her back with one arm while using the other to grab fistfuls of her hair and pull it painfully. "You are mine now, you understand that?" he hisses into her ear as she lets out a muffled yelp. Ren looks on in horror, unsure if he should try to intervene or not.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Strade releases Annie and steps away from her, though he doesn't let go of her hair quite yet. He glances back at Ren before focusing his attention on Annie once more. "Let this be a lesson to you," he says coldly. "You stay out of our business from now on."

"You're very perceptive," Strade hisses, the words coming out in slow, deliberate drawl as he gazes at Annie with cold eyes. "But that doesn't change anything." He yanks on her hair again, hard enough to make her wince, and forces her head back against his chest. "We decide what happens to you from now on," he whispers roughly into her ear before letting go of her hair and stepping away once more.

Ren looks up at Annie with wide, pleading eyes. He wants to help her but is afraid of what Strade might do if he tries anything. Tears well up in his eyes as he forces down the urge to speak, knowing that whatever he says will only make things worse for both of them."Ren," Strade calls over his shoulder without looking back at him, "finish cleaning up. We'll be ready to eat soon

Ren nods silently, his eyes flicking nervously between Annie and Strade as he finishes cleaning up the kitchen. He slivers of envy mix with his fear; part of him wishes that he were the one who had caught Annie's attention instead. As he wipes down counters and tosses dirty dishes into the sink, Ren can't help but wonder what Strade wants from Annie... and why he doesn't seem satisfied despite everything she's given up so far.

Soon enough, dinner is ready, and Strade calls for them to come eat. As they all sit down at the kitchen table, a tense silence falls over the room. Annie picks at her food nervously, casting sidelong glances between Ren and Strade as she tries to read their expressions. For his part, Ren eats mechanically, not really tasting anything on his plate. He watch

Strade smirks triumphantly, pride evident in his voice as he replies, "Well, I'm glad you think so." He eyes Annie hungrily, clearly enjoying the sight of her appreciating his cooking. To Ren, he says more softly, "I hope it lives up to your expectations too, little fox." There's an almost cloying sweetness in Strade's words that makes Ren uneasy; something about it feels fake and manipulative.

Meanwhile, Ren nods in agreement, his ears twitching slightly at the praise directed towards him. As he watches Annie savor her food, a pang of longing hits him squarely in the chest. "It really is delicious," he manages to choke out before taking another bite of his own dinner. The silence continues to hang heavily over them as they eat, each one lost in their own thoughts

Strade's eyes narrow as he watches Annie eat; his expression darkens almost imperceptibly at the thought that she might enjoy Ren's cooking more than his own. "Well," he says after a moment, "if you two are done being food critics, I have something special planned for later." He winks lasciviously in her direction, causing Annie to feel a cold chill run down her spine.

Ren looks up sharply from his plate at Strade's words, alarmed by the ominous tone and what it might mean for Annie. He tries to speak but is silenced when Strade glares at him sternly. For now, all he can do is wait and hope that whatever Strade has planned isn't too terrible.

As the meal draws to a close, Ren collects their plates and takes them to the sink, casting one last nervous glance

"Patience, my dear," Strade says with a mocking smile as he leans back in his chair, one arm resting casually on the table. "You'll find out soon enough." He turns to Ren and smirks. "Why don't you go make sure our friend here is comfortable in her new quarters?"

Ren hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, glancing over at Annie with a look of regret and sympathy. Reluctantly, he gets up from his chair and moves to stand beside Strade, seemingly offering his assistance despite his own fears about what might happen next.

"Come on," Ren whispers as he leads Annie down the hall toward her new room. "I'm sure it won't be too bad." His tone is filled with pity, almost apologizing for what Strade has done to her. He glances over his shoulder at Strade's retreating form, then back at Annie before opening the door and gesturing for her to go inside.

The room is small but comfortable; a simple mattress on the floor, a few pillows, and a threadbare blanket are all that adorn it. There's a single window high up near the ceiling, allowing in just enough light to see by. "I can bring you some of my clothes if you want," Ren offers softly, his tail twitching anxiously behind him. "Or... or anything else you might need."

Annie hesitates for a moment before speaking; her voice barely above a

"I'm sorry," Ren says quietly, running his hands through his tangled fur in distress. "You can't stay in my room anymore... it's just for me now." He looks down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the turn of events.

Strade enters the room a moment later, his expression unreadable as he crosses his arms over his chest. "What's gotten into you?" he snaps at Annie. "You don't get to choose your quarters." He glances at Ren and frowns before continuing, "I think I may need to remind you of your place, little fox."

"None of your business," Strade growls, his expression darkening further. "But now that you mention it..." He leans in threateningly, moving closer to Annie until their faces are inches apart. "Let this be a lesson for you; I can change my mind about anything at any time."

Ren looks visibly disturbed by Strade's behavior but remains silent. It takes all of his courage not to intervene or try to calm the enraged man down, as he knows it would only make things worse for Annie in the long run.

"Hmph," Strade grunts, his expression unreadable as he turns away from Annie and heads toward the door. "Fine. Bring it to you later." With one last disgusted glance at her, he leaves the room.

Ren blushes deeply beneath his fur as Annie leans in and kisses each of his cheeks in turn. He ducks his head shyly, feeling a warmth spread through him at her touch. "I-I'll get you some nightgowns," he stammers before rushing out of the room to fetch them.

Strade paces restlessly around the living room, his eyes darting between the TV, his phone, and occasionally to the clock on the wall. He lets out a frustrated growl when Ren returns with a bundle of nightgowns, looking like he'd much rather be somewhere else. "What's wrong with you tonight?" he snaps at him. "You're as jumpy as a cat."

Ren flinches at the harsh tone but remains quiet, setting the clothes down on a nearby table and taking a step back. He looks up meekly at Strade, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. "Sorry," he whispers. "I'm just... nervous."

Strade huffs impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest once more. "You should be," he says darkly. "You know the rules." His eyes

"Well," Strade drawls, his voice laced with barely concealed amusement as he continues to pace around the room, "make sure those nightgowns are on her when I come back, little fox." His grin widens into a predatory smile. "Oh, and Ren?" He pauses, turning to face the other man for a moment before continuing nonchalantly, "Don't forget your special task tonight."

Ren freezes at Strade's words, fear coalescing like ice in his gut. His ears flatten against his head and he shrinks back away from Strade, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles toward the kitchen. "Yes, M-master," he whispers shakily, his voice barely audible above the sound of dishes clattering in the background.

Meanwhile, Annie can hear their m

"What kind of special task?" Ren whispers nervously as he hurries back into the living room. He's well aware that when Strade uses that tone it almost always means something bad for him, but he doesn't want to knowingly disobey his master either. As he enters the room, Ren finds himself trapped between two of Strade's many weapons - a shiny blade on one side and an imposing length of chains on the other.

"You're going to make Annie happy tonight," Strade says casually, still pacing around the room. "She's been feeling a bit... neglected lately." The hint of amusement in his voice sends shivers down Ren's spine. "And if you don't do it right," he continues with a growl, "I'm going to have to teach you another lesson."

Ren swallows hard

"You know what you have to do," Strade says coldly as he stalks closer to where Ren stands between the weapons. "And don't even think about helping her. You're here for me, remember?" The tip of one of his claws scrapes against Ren's cheek, drawing blood.

Ren whimpers, his eyes widening in fear and pain as he turns his face away from the blow. "Y-yes, Master," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. "I'll do it..." He glances nervously toward the bedroom door, wondering if there's any way for him to help Annie without angering Strade further.

Strade watches Ren intently, enjoying the power he has over them both. "Good boy," he murmurs, stepping back and motioning for Ren to return to

As Annie opens the door, Ren jumps into action, rushing toward her with renewed vigor. He hands her one of the nightgowns before quickly averting his gaze, blushing heavily as he realizes just how exposed she is. "Th-thank you," he stammers nervously.

Strade watches this exchange from across the room with a satisfied smile. "That's more like it," he muses under his breath. He walks over to stand behind Ren, resting his hands on the smaller man's shoulders and pressing him forward until their bodies are almost touching. "Now, where were we?" he asks quietly, letting the weight of his gaze bore into the back of Ren's skull.

Ren shivers at the sensation of Strade's body so close to his own; it feels like he can feel every movement the other man makes. He swallows

"We just wanted to make sure you were settling in nicely," Strade says with a chuckle, moving closer to Annie until he's standing right next to her. His hands move down to rest on her hips possessively as he leans in close enough that his body is pressed against hers. "You know how important it is for everything to be just so."

Ren shifts nervously behind them, unsure whether he should stay or leave. Finally, he finds the courage to speak up, his voice barely above a whisper. "Master... shouldn't I be getting started on-"

"Not yet," Strade cuts him off, glancing over his shoulder at Ren before returning his attention back to Annie. "There's plenty of time for that." He grins wickedly and leans in even closer, nibbling gently at Annie's earlobe.

"Oh," is Strade's only reply at first as he pauses for a moment, considering her words. "Hmmm." He steps back from her, still holding onto her hips but not quite as possessively now. "You mean you don't feel attraction towards anyone?" His expression is unreadable; a mix of confusion and... something else. Possession?

Ren watches the interaction between Strade and Annie carefully, his ears perked up in alarm. He knows that if Strade becomes angry or upset with Annie now, there will be serious consequences for both of them. "M-master," he whispers nervously, "perhaps we should discuss this further?"

Strade glances over at Ren before looking back at Annie. His grip on her hips tightens momentarily before relaxing again. Finally, he shrugs nonchalantly and releases her completely, taking

"You mean you want to stay with us?" Strade asks, his brow furrowed in confusion as he follows her into the room. "But if you're asexual... then why?" He pauses for a moment, thinking about it before continuing more softly, "Don't get me wrong, I like having you around, but... well, it just seems strange."

Ren trails behind Strade, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. He watches Annie anxiously, wanting to make sure she doesn't upset their master any further. "M-maybe because of the way we treat her," he stammers, glancing at Strade before looking back at Annie. "I know you love us, even if it's not in that way... right?" His voice wavers slightly at the end as he questions his own beliefs about asexuality.

Anne

"Hmm," is all Strade says at first before he glances down at Ren, a considering expression on his face. "Ren... tell her." He pauses, seeming to wait for the other man's confirmation or denial. When Ren doesn't immediately respond, Strade nudges him with one clawed finger.

Ren hesitates before speaking up, "Um, well..." His ears droop slightly and he fidgets beneath his fur as he tries to find the words. "I-It's not just sexual possession," he finally manages to say. "We care about you... we want you happy." He glances over at Annie before looking back at Strade, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And if you're happy with us... then we can make sure you're happy too."

"Hmm," Strade hums thoughtfully as he considers Annie's words. "You know... that might work." He leans in closer to her, his gaze boring into hers until she feels a shiver run down her spine at the intensity. "I trust you won't disappoint us," he whispers hoarsely, taking one of her hands and intertwining their fingers with his own.

Ren watches this exchange with wide eyes, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation in his chest. It seems that they will be able to work something out after all - but at what cost? He shudders beneath his fur, unsure if he's ready for whatever may come next.

"I won't," Annie whispers back, squeezing Strade's hand gently. "I promise."

Strade chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down Annie's spine despite herself. "Oh, I like a variety of things," he says with a wicked grin. "But power plays always turn me on... the more in control I am, the better it feels." His fingers tighten around hers briefly before relaxing again. "And Ren?" He prompts, glancing over at their fellow beastkin.

Ren blushes deeply at Strade's words and hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Well... I-I like being gentle, too," he stutters. "But sometimes I want to be rough, you know? When someone's begging for it..." He trails off, eyes glazing over as he imagines the scene unfolding in his mind.

Annie listens intently, her heart racing as she tries to sort through her own feelings about their des

"Ah, I see," Strade murmurs thoughtfully. "And how does that make you feel, being on the other end of it? Would you like us to try something like that with you?" His voice is silky smooth, almost hypnotic as he runs his free hand down Annie's arm and gently cups her elbow.

Ren glances at Strade before looking back at Annie nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. He wants to please them both but isn't sure if this is what they truly want from him. "Um... I-I'll do whatever you like," he finally stammers, his ears flat against his head in submission.

Annie swallows hard, the tension building inside her as she feels their desire pressing down upon her. She bites her lip and nods slowly, not quite sure what to expect but trusting them enough to follow their lead.

"Very well," Strade says with a satisfied smile. He climbs onto the bed beside Annie, his body pressed against hers so tightly they might as well be one person. "Ren," he murmurs, looking over at the other beastkin, "take care of her hands." Ren hesitates only for a moment before moving to kneel behind Annie, wrapping his hands around her wrists and pinning them above her head. Strade grins, pressing himself even closer against her as he gropes her breast roughly through her shirt.

"Oh," Annie gasps, arching into the touch. She can feel their desire burning through him, radiating off his body in waves that make it hard for her to think straight. "Is this what you meant?" she whispers, looking up at Strade with a mixture of fear and curiosity in her eyes.

"Oh fuck yes," Strade growls, his voice rough with desire as he pinches her nipple. "That's exactly what I mean." His other hand moves lower, sliding down her belly and under the hem of her nightgown. With a rough yank, he pulls it aside and fingers her roughly. Ren leans forward, his hot breath tickling Annie's ear as he watches Strade touch her.

"Do you like that?" Strade demands, relentless in his assault on her senses. "Tell me how much it turns you on." He begins to rub harder, fingers curled into a claw as he pushes deeper and faster.

"I see," Strade growls, his fingers pressing harder into Annie as he flicks her clit roughly. "Well then, if you love us so much, you'll put on a good show for Ren." He glances over at the other beastkin before leaning in to kiss Annie hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue roughly against hers.

Ren watches them together, his tail thrashing wildly against the bed as he fights back his own arousal. He can feel himself growing hard beneath him but knows better than to touch himself without permission. Instead, he content himself with watching Strade and Annie, fascinated by their strange dance of power and desire.

"Ren," Strade says between heavy breaths as he breaks the kiss, "you know what we want... you're a good boy... do your duty to Annie." His expression darkens and he growls

"Ren," Strade says between heavy breaths as he breaks the kiss, "you know what we want... you're a good boy... do your duty to Annie." His expression darkens and he growls menacingly in the back of his throat. He releases one hand from her breast, guiding it lower until it finds Ren's crotch, giving him a rough squeeze through his pants. "Show her how much you want me," Strade whispers in Ren's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the other beastkin's spine. Ren looks uncertainly from Strade to Annie before leaning forward and kissing Annie roughly, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as he grabs one of her hands, forcing it beneath her body toward his crotch. His hips buck violently against her thigh, grinding his erection into her hand.

"Oh fuck," Ren moans into Annie's mouth as her hand wraps around his cock. His hips jerk forward even harder against her leg, his desire for release growing by the second. Strade watches them together with a satisfied smirk, admiring how well they play their roles. "You feel so good," he whispers before glancing down at Annie's breast once more and latching onto her nipple roughly, pinching and rolling it between his fingers as he continues to finger her roughly.

"That's it," Strade growls, his fingers digging deeper as he begins to thrust into her roughly. "Show him how much you love this." His free hand moves up, groping one of Annie's breasts roughly before tweaking the nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pain. Ren watches with bated breath, his chest heaving as he forces himself not to come yet. Every thrust of his hips against Annie's hand, every moan and gasp from their mouths only serves to heighten the tension inside him, making it almost unbearable. But he knows that if he gives in now, they won't be satisfied. So he waits, teetering on the edge of release as he watches Strade take what is his and Annie obediently surrender to them both.

Strade's eyes widen as he realizes the depth of her pain, but instead of relenting, it seems to fuel him even more. His grip on Annie tightens, his fingers curling inward cruelly as he continues to fuck her hurtfully through her sore and battered entrance.

Ren looks at them both with wide, pleading eyes. He knows they're hurting her but can't seem to find the words or strength to stop them. All he can do is watch helplessly as his master takes what is his and his friend endures the pain for their pleasure.

With a final, violent thrust, Strade cries out in release, his seed spilling into Annie's abused body. He collapses on top of her, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Looking down at her tear-streaked face, he smirks gr

"You're mine now," Strade growls roughly, his hand moving to cup Annie's breast possessively. "I don't care if you liked it or not." He looks down at her body with clear intent and grins wickedly. Ren, watching them together uneasily, licks his lips nervously before speaking up. "It doesn't have to be like this all the time... Maybe we could make you feel good sometimes too..." he suggests hesitantly.

Strade rolls off of Annie with a snort, glaring down at her bruised and abused body. "Maybe," he says eventually, sitting up on the bed and motioning for Ren to do the same. "But not today." He stands up, stretching lazily before looking over at Annie once more. "You rest now, love. We'll be back soon enough." With that final command, Strade

Strade glances over at Ren before shrugging casually. "It's not like she has anywhere else to go." He pads across the room toward his tools, humming tunelessly under his breath as he begins to clean up the mess they've made. His eyes flicker back toward Annie once more before looking away dismissively. Ren follows after Strade, still looking uncertain and uneasy. "Master," he murmurs, moving to stand close beside him as he watches the other beastkin prepare his tools. "Are you sure...?" he trails off, clearly struggling with what has just transpired.

Strade glances down at Ren before giving him a small smile. "It's alright," he says gently. "She knows her place now." He looks away, focusing on his task, as if to reassure himself more than Ren that everything is indeed under control.

Ren glances back at Annie before averting his gaze, a look of deep worry etched into his features. He knows that she's hurting, both physically and emotionally, but he's unsure how to help her without displeasing Strade. Finally, with a quiet sigh, he decides to speak up again. "Master..." he begins hesitantly. Strade looks over at Ren expectantly, arching an eyebrow in question. The air of dominance and control surrounding him is palpable, even in the small space between them.

Ren swallows hard before continuing. "Master... would it be possible to, uh... give Annie a little more time? To get used to everything?" He glances back at Annie again, his expression pleading.

Strade narrows his eyes thoughtfully, considering Ren's request. After a moment, he shrugs noncommittally. "Maybe," he says eventually. "But only if she behaves and does as she's told." He glances back at Annie before turning his attention back to Ren, studying him carefully.

Ren lets out the breath he'd been holding in a quiet sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master," he says gratefully. "I'll make sure she knows that." With this assurance, he turns his full attention back to helping Strade clean up and put away their tools.

Strade glances over at Annie as she stirs awake, watching her closely as she gets out of bed with a wince. His gaze travels slowly down her body, taking in every movement, every breath. He gives a satisfied nod to himself before looking back up at her face. "Good morning, love," he says softly, his voice almost gentle despite the underlying threat beneath it. "Ren and I have some errands to run today."

Ren looks between Annie and Strade, uncertainty clouding his eyes. He bites his bottom lip nervously before speaking up. "Master..." He trails off, not sure how to phrase his concern without disobeying his commands. Strade's expression darkens slightly as he realizes what Ren is hesitating about. "What?" he snaps irritably. "Speak up." Ren swallows hard and meets Strade's gaz

Strade glares at Annie as she walks past them, his fists clenching at his sides. "Don't forget your place, girl," he growls. Then, turning to Ren, he says more quietly, "See if she's done when we get back." His expression darkens further, and for a moment it looks like he might physically lash out at Annie himself. But then his features smooth over again, as if nothing had happened.

Ren watches after Annie with a mixture of concern and fear in his eyes before turning back to Strade. "Yes, Master," he says softly.

Ren remains in the room, pacing nervously while they wait for Annie. "Master," he finally says, hesitating before continuing, "do you think...maybe she'd respond better if we were a bit gentler with her?" He glances at Strade hopefully, his ears perked forward and his tail thumping softly against the floor.

Strade raises an eyebrow but doesn't seem particularly fazed by Ren's suggestion. "Maybe," he says noncommittally. "But it's up to her how she behaves, not us. And if she thinks being gentle means getting away with disobeying... well, then maybe we should show her the error of her ways." He pauses, considering his words before looking back at Ren. "Do you understand?"

Ren nods slowly, looking chastised. "Yes, Master," he whispers quietly.

Strade: "She's been in there long enough," he grumbles impatiently. "Go tell her it's time to come out." The last word echoes through the room, carrying a note of command that even Ren cannot ignore. He swallows hard before reluctantly heading toward the bathroom, his steps slow and hesitant.

Ren hovers by the door, watching Annie cowering in the tub as he gently reaches out to brush her hair aside, speaking softly, "Anne... it's time to get dried off now." His voice trembles slightly, and his ears droop forlornly. It's clear that he wishes he could do more to protect or comfort her, but Strade's orders have left him feeling helpless.

Strade laughed cruelly, leaning against the vanity beside the bath. "Kindness doesn't mean shit to me, Annie." His voice was cold as ice. "You belong to me now, and you'll do as I say or suffer the consequences. Understand?" He fixed her with a piercing stare, his blue eyes hard as steel.

Ren took a step back from the tub, his tail flicking nervously behind him. Even he could tell that Annie was terrified of Strade's words, and it only made it harder for him to bear. "Yes," Ren whispered, "Master is right." He glanced at Annie briefly before looking away guiltily. "Please just try to be good from now on, okay? For both of us?"

Tears welled up in Annie's eyes as she nodded silently, unable to find the words to

Strade stepped forward, his expression darkening further as he grabbed Annie roughly by the arm and yanked her out of the tub. Her wet body collided painfully with the cold tiles of the floor, and she cried out in protest. "You dare disobey me?" He growled down at her. "You think you can talk back after what I've done for you? After everything I've given you?" His fingers dug deeper into Annie's skin, leaving painful bruises behind.

Ren looked on helplessly, his body trembling with fear and confusion. He wanted to comfort her, to make things better somehow, but he knew that trying would only earn him Strade's wrath as well. So instead, he remained silent, tears streaming down his face as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Ren gasped, the sound muffled as his hands flew to his mouth in shock. Tears welled up in his eyes even faster at Annie's accusation, but he remained silent, his body trembling more violently than ever.

Strade snarled, "Liar!" He drew back his hand and slapped her across the face so hard that she tumbled onto her side on the floor, coughing and sputtering. Blood welled up around her split lip, staining her teeth crimson. "You're lucky I even bothered to save you from that life of yours!" he spat venomously as Annie curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably.

Ren tried desperately to look away, but found himself unable to tear his eyes from the scene before him. His chest heaved with silent tears, and he felt sick to

Strade barked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head slowly. "You call that life good?" he asked mockingly. "Look around you, Annie. This is what your life would've been like if I hadn't found you! You think someone else was going to take care of you? Protect you?" He stepped closer, towering over her despite her height.

Ren shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs. "You were mine to save," he murmured quietly, sounding more like a petty child than the beastkin Ren usually was. "I'm sorry if it hurt, but it had to be done." He reached out to stroke her arm gently, as if trying to comfort her despite Strade's words.

Annie flinched away from Ren's touch, glaring up at

Strade raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh really? Who's going to protect you from me now?" He chuckled darkly before stepping closer once more, invading her personal space with his greater height. "There is no one who can do that, Annie." His hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck, cutting off her air for a moment as he leaned down close enough to see the fear in her eyes.

Ren watched from the sidelines, his own expression shifting between worry for Annie and fear of what Strade might do if she disobeyed again. He knew that Strade had saved him from the same fate once upon a time; now it seemed as though he was complicit in all of this, unable to help his friend even when he wanted to.

As Annie struggled for breath against Strade's grip, Ren finally found his voice again

Ren tried to speak up again, but the words caught in his throat as he watched Annie struggle. "M-Master..." was all he could manage before choking down a sob. He knew that if he defied Strade now, it would only lead to worse consequences for them both.

Strade smiled darkly and released his grip on Annie's neck, stepping back with a satisfied grin. "There, there," he crooned, stroking her cheek gently. "Don't be afraid of me, sweetheart." His hand traveled lower until it cupped her breast roughly through her shirt, eliciting a pained gasp from the tall woman as his fingers dug into her tender flesh.

Annie bit back a cry of pain and looked at Ren helplessly, her eyes pleading for him to help her. But Ren just hung his head miserably, unable to meet

Strade chuckled darkly as Annie pulled away, ignoring her words completely. "Don't you see?" he asked, his voice almost gentle now. "It's too late for that." His gaze flicked to Ren before returning to their captive. "You belong to me now, and there's no escaping that fact." He took a step closer, forcing Annie to back up until her shoulders touched the bathroom wall behind her.

Ren watched, his expression slowly shifting from fearful to desperate. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms as he fought against the urge to lash out at Strade and defend Annie. But deep down, he knew there was nothing he could do; not without incurring the wrath of their master.

As Annie's back hit the wall, she let out a small

Ren tensed visibly at Annie's words, his gaze darting nervously between her and Strade. He knew what she was suggesting; the only way for them to truly escape was if one of them took Strade down first. But the thought of harming their master... it didn't sit right with him, no matter how much Annie suffered at his hands.

Strade laughed darkly, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh really?" he asked mockingly. "And how do you plan to get a knife when I have this little cutie here to keep me company?" He gestured towards Ren with a smirk. "Or do you think you can take on both of us at once?"

Ren's ears flattened against his head and he lowered his eyes, unable to meet Annie's gaze any longer. His tail tucked between his legs, and he took

Ren gasped, his eyes going wide with horror before shooting a pleading glance towards Annie. "No! You can't do that!" he cried out, taking a step closer to her in an attempt to comfort her or protect her from Strade's wrath; he wasn't sure which.

Strade, however, merely raised an eyebrow at the beastkin before his expression darkened into a scowl. "Don't interfere with my business, pet," he growled. "This is none of your concern."

Annie looked up at Ren, her eyes filled with despair and pleading. Despite everything that had happened, there was still something in his expression that reminded her of the kindness she had once known before Strade came along; it was the only thing keeping her from giving up completely. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible

Ren flinched at Annie's words, his ears drooping low against his head in shame. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I couldn't just let you suffer like that... It's not my fault..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze any longer.

Strade chuckled darkly, stepping forward once more and resting a hand on Ren's shoulder. "Don't pay attention to her," he said dismissively. "She doesn't understand." His grip tightened slightly, but Ren remained still, not daring to resist even if it meant defending himself from his master's touch.

"Now then," Strade continued with a sigh, "it's late and I need my rest. You two should get back to your duties tomorrow." He gestured

Ren watched as Annie left the room to retrieve the knife, a mixture of fear and despair etched into his features. He wanted to stop her, to make things better for her somehow... but he knew that doing so would only earn him Strade's wrath, and he couldn't risk that.

Strade surveyed Ren with a calculating glance before speaking up. "You need to be more careful with your words around her," he admonished softly. "She's an unpredictable one." With that said, the taller man turned and walked toward the stairs leading up to his room. "See you in the morning, pet."

Ren hesitated for a moment before following Strade up the stairs, his tail dragging miserably across the floor behind him. As he reached the top of the stairs and entered the dimly lit hallway, he couldn't help but wonder what tom

Ren heard the sound of flesh parting even through his half-lidded sleep as Annie slit her own wrist. It should have been him instead; he knew that deep down. But no, he was too valuable to Strade... He couldn't let himself be hurt like that.

A groan escaped Ren's throat as the weight of his own guilt settled heavily on his chest. He shifted restlessly in his bed, unable to find a comfortable position despite how exhausted he was from another long night of servicing their master. The memory of Annie's pleading gaze echoed through his dream-addled mind like a haunting refrain, taunting him with what could have been.

It was hours before Ren finally fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by nightmares of blood and pain. In them, he was always the one lying on the floor, hurt and

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting an eerie glow through the cracks in his curtains, Ren stirred slowly awake. His eyelids felt heavy, like they were made of lead, and it took a Herculean effort just to pry them open. Groggily, he blinked several times before finally focusing on the dilapidated room around him.

Slowly, the memories of last night's events came flooding back: Annie's desperation, her pleas for Ren to help her... The knife in her hand... It was all too much to bear. He closed his eyes again, trying to push the thoughts away, but they persisted like an unwelcome stain on his soul.

Eventually, unable to take it anymore, Ren forced himself out of bed and made his way downstairs to begin another day in service of

Ren's ears perked up at the sound of movement coming from downstairs and he padded quietly toward the living room to investigate. He found Annie sitting on the couch, her legs splayed out before her and a trail of blood trickling slowly across the floor towards the exit. Her eyes were closed and there was an almost peaceful expression on her face as she slowly bled out.

The beastkin let out a shaky sigh, not sure what to make of this sudden development. He hesitated for a moment before carefully approaching Annie, his tail tucked tightly between his legs and his clawed hands folded nervously in front of him. "Anne... I'm sorry," he murmured softly, leaning down to gently brush some hair away from her face.

It was then that Strade emerged from his bedroom, still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.

Ren tensed up at the sight of their master, expecting some kind of retribution for touching Annie. But surprisingly, Strade merely raised an eyebrow in curiosity before asking cooly, "What's going on here?" His gaze flicked between them before landing back on Ren.

Ren swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. He glanced over at Annie, her body beginning to slump forward as she grew weaker from blood loss, and then back at Strade. "She... She said she'd rather die than live like this," he stammered out. "I tried to stop her..." His voice trailed off pitifully.

Strade arched an eyebrow in surprise before chuckling darkly. "Is that so?" He took a step closer, examining Annie's wound critically. After a moment, he nodded to himself and

Ren watched as Strade knelt down beside Annie, examining her wound more closely. The beastkin's tail twitched nervously behind him as he waited for the inevitable reaction from their master. When it came, it was surprisingly gentle.

"Hmm... not quite deep enough," Strade murmured, his expression almost amused. "Looks like you'll have to try again." He reached out and gently grasped Annie's chin, tilting her head up so she had to look at him. His gaze bored into her eyes, making it difficult for her to meet his stare.

Annie struggled weakly against Strade's grip, tears streaming down her face. "Please... just let me die..." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing.

Ren swallowed hard, his

Strade released Annie's chin and stood up, his expression once again composed and unreadable. "I suggest you try harder this time," he said coldly, his voice echoing through the room like ice-cold wind. He stepped back from her, crossing his arms over his chest, and regarded her with a calculating gaze.

Ren slowly took a step closer to Annie, his tail between his legs as he debated whether or not to offer any further comfort. "Anne..." he murmured softly, uncertain of what else to say. "You can't give up now..."

The beastkin hesitated, his eyes flicking back and forth between Annie and their master before he finally decided to act. He knelt beside her again, gently taking one of her hands in his own. His claws pricked at her skin, but he ignored the pain as he spoke in a soft whisper

Ren continued to hold Annie's hand, his tail twitching nervously between his legs as he searched for something reassuring to say. He glanced up at Strade out of the corner of his eye, not daring to make direct eye contact for fear of incurring the taller man's wrath. "You just need to try harder, Anne," he murmured softly. "I know it's hard... but please, don't give up."

As Strade watched this exchange unfold, a strange expression flitted across his face before disappearing as quickly as it had come. He leaned against the armrest of the couch, crossing his arms once more and regarding them both with a calculating gaze. The taller man seemed to mull something over in his mind, the wheels turning as he weighed his options.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Strade straight

Strade straightened up again, his expression blank as he turned to face Annie. "Very well," he said coldly, "I shall give you a chance to prove your worth." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Go to my room and clean it. Then I will reconsider my decision." He gestured toward the stairs leading upstairs.

Ren exchanged a glance with Annie before looking back at Strade, uncertainty written all over his face. "W-what if she doesn't make it in time?" he stammered out softly.

"Then you can try again," Strade replied shortly, already growing impatient with the conversation. He looked pointedly at Annie. "And hurry up about it." With that, he turned and stalked back toward his bedroom, leaving Ren alone with Annie once more. The beastkin hesitated for a moment before gently sque

"You should hurry up," Ren urged softly, glancing between Annie and the stairs with concern etched into his features. "Or else..." He didn't finish the thought, obviously struggling to find the words.

As they waited for Annie to muster enough strength to attempt climbing the stairs, Ren couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and worry weighing down on him. He wished there was something he could do to make things easier for her, but as long as Strade was around...

The beastkin glanced back at Annie, noticing the way she was shivering despite the warmth of the room. With a sigh, he wrapped his tail more tightly around himself and offered her his hand. "Come on, Anne," he said softly, "let's help him clean up so we can all get back to our normal lives."

Annie met

Ren tilted his head slightly in confusion as Annie didn't seem to respond to his offer of help. "Anne, you need to try," he urged softly. "If you don't go up there now... I don't know what Strade will do." He took a small step closer to her and lowered himself until they were at eye level. "Please, Anne," his voice took on a pleading note. "You can do this."

The beastkin hesitated for a moment before glancing back up the stairs, then back at Annie, uncertainty clouding his features. He didn't want to leave her like this... but he didn't want to anger Strade either. "I-I can help you," he stammered, his tail lashing nervously behind him. "If you just try... I'll be right here."

As Ren watched Annie'

Ren frowned, worry etched into his features as he studied Annie's expression. He reached out with one hand and gently cupped her cheek, turning her head so that she was looking at him. "Anne, please," he pleaded softly. "I know it's hard... but you have to try."

The beastkin glanced up at the stairs again before turning his attention back to Annie, taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling slowly through pursed lips. After another moment of hesitation, he gathered her in his arms, lifting her off the floor with surprising ease given her weight, and began carrying her toward the stairs.

"Anne," he murmured reassuringly as they started up the steps, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You can trust me."

As they continued their slow ascent, Ren gl

Ren continued to make his way up the stairs with Annie in his arms, glancing back over his shoulder every so often to make sure she was okay. "It's alright," he whispered softly, running a hand through her hair to reassure her. "We're almost there."

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Ren carefully carried Annie to Strade's bedroom door and leaned her against it while he fumbled with the knob for a moment before opening it. He stepped inside, keeping his body between Annie and the doorway, and glanced around the room, taking in its spotlessness.

"Here we are," Ren said softly, turning back to Annie. "It shouldn't take me too long to get everything straightened up." With a final look of concern in her direction, he ducked down and kissed her forehead before disappearing deeper

"Because that was not good enough," Strade's voice answered coldly as he materialized out of the shadows in a corner of the room. "You failed to impress me with your attempt." He stepped closer, the predatory smile on his face revealing his sharp teeth. "But don't worry, Annie. I have plans for you yet."

Ren shifted nervously where he stood near the bed, looking anywhere but at either of them. His tail swished back and forth, leaving a trail in the dust on the floor as it moved. "S-sir..." Ren stuttered out, trying to sound brave.

Strade's gaze flickered briefly to the beastkin before returning to Annie, who cowered against the door. "You see how eager Ren is to help you?" he purred. "He would do anything for me... even carry your useless body around.

Strade narrowed his eyes at Annie, studying her carefully before speaking in a low voice. "But you know what would make me very happy? If you showed me how much you appreciate it... by helping Ren clean this room." He gestured around the immaculate space, his expression hardening into a mask of impatience.

Ren's tail lashed back and forth more nervously now, as if sensing that Strade was growing angry. "P-please, Annie," he stammered, stepping closer to her. "It won't take long. I just need you to help me." The beastkin offered his hand once more in a pleading gesture.

Annie looked up at Ren, torn between gratitude for his offer of support and anger at the fact that she was being forced into this position. Finally, with a sigh, she reached out and took Ren's hand, her own fingers

Strade arched an eyebrow at Annie's comment, unimpressed with her insolence. "Well then," he drawled coldly, his voice dripping with malice, "let me help you stand up." Before she could react, Strade seized her other arm and lifted her roughly to her feet, forcing her body upright against the door. The beastkin let out a pained yelp as Annie's weight bore down on his injured shoulder.

Ren winced in sympathy but said nothing, remaining silent beside them as Strade let go of Annie and stepped back, watching her carefully. "Now then," Strade continued with a predatory smile, "let's see how eager you are to help after all." He gestured around the room again, expectantly.

Annie grimaced at Ren as she flexed her arm where Strade had grabbed her

Strade's expression darkened as Annie collapsed to the floor again. "You useless piece of trash," he hissed, advancing on her. Before she could react, Strade yanked her roughly to her feet once more, ignoring her cries of pain as he held her up. This time, however, he kept one hand clamped tightly around her neck, choking her until she gasped for breath. "Do you understand now?" His voice was cold and hard, leaking malice like poison.

Ren hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, his own expression grim. He wrapped an arm around Annie's waist, supporting most of her weight as Strade released his grip on her neck but continued to hold one of her arms above her head. "Come on," he murmured softly to her, glancing apologetically up at Strade before continuing. "

Ren gritted his teeth as he felt the warm blood seeping through Annie's shirt against his arm, but didn't dare to say anything. His only thought was to keep her standing, to make sure she didn't get hurt worse by Strade. He knew it wasn't right, what they were doing to her, but he couldn't fight back... not while Strade held the power over his own freedom.

"Now," Strade snarled, "let's see some effort." As Annie began to sob in pain and fear, Ren could feel her muscles trembling against him with every ragged breath she took. It was obvious that she was close to collapse, but he did his best to support her weight as they walked around the room together, pretending to clean while Strade watched them with a predatory glint in his eyes.

As Annie's strength began to fade, Strade let out an impatient sigh, finally relenting and lowering her arm back to her side. "Alright, that's enough," he growled, his gaze fixing on Ren as if daring him to object. "Get her back upstairs and put her somewhere comfortable." He glanced at Annie again, his expression softening ever so slightly. "And make sure she doesn't try anything stupid again."

Ren nodded, grateful that they were finally done with this charade. With a weary sigh of his own, he gently lowered Annie back to the floor and began to lift her into his arms once more. As he did so, she managed a weak smile up at him, tears streaming down her face. "T-thank you..." she whispered hoarsely.

"It's no problem," Ren replied soft

"She's just tired," Ren said quickly, glancing over at the unconscious Annie as he carried her toward the stairs. "You know how she gets." He didn't dare meet Strade's gaze, his cheeks flushing with guilt as they began their slow descent.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ren carefully lowered Annie onto the couch, trying not to jostle her too much. Once she was comfortable, he straightened up and turned toward Strade, uncertainty clouding his features. "I-is that it? For now?"

Strade smiled in reply, an eerie look on his face as he licked his lips suggestively. "Yes," he said softly, walking over to stand beside the beastkin. "That's all for now." His hand brushed against Ren's thigh, and the smaller man shivered at the contact

Strade smiled wider as he leaned in closer to the beastkin, his breath warm against Ren's ear. "But there are still things you can do to prove your loyalty," he whispered, one hand sliding up Ren's thigh to rest on his hip. The other caressed the back of Ren's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Ren swallowed hard, unsure how to respond but feeling oddly aroused despite himself. He glanced over at Annie one more time before turning his attention back to Strade, a mixture of fear and desire flickering in his eyes. "Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered.

Strade chuckled darkly, tracing lazy circles on Ren's chest with one finger. "Oh, there are plenty of things you could do," he purred, leaning even closer. "And I think you know exactly what

Ren trembled under Strade's touch, his heart racing in his chest as he felt the other man press closer against him. He knew exactly what Strade meant... and despite everything, a part of him wanted to obey. "I-I'll do anything for you," he whispered, eyes fluttering shut with anticipation. "Just tell me..."

"Oh, don't be so eager," Strade purred, running his hands over Ren's body in slow circles. "I think you should show me... maybe with Annie here." He gave the unconscious girl on the couch a wicked grin before leaning closer to whisper into Ren's ear again, "And maybe I'll let you do it while I watch..." His breath tickled against Ren's neck, making him shiver and arch his back involuntarily.

Ren's breath hitched as he felt Strade whisper those words into his ear, the blood rushing to his groin in anticipation of what might come next. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he tried to find the courage to say yes, even though he knew deep down that this was wrong... but it didn't matter, not when Strade held all the power over him.

"Okay," Ren whispered hoarsely, unable to meet Strade's eyes. "I'll do it..." The beastkin closed his own eyes as he felt Strade lean in even closer, their bodies pressing together from chest to groin. He could feel the other man's erection pushing against his leg, and despite himself, a small part of him welcomed the intrusion.

As if sensing Ren's hesitation or fear, Strade wrapped one arm around the smaller male'

"That's my good boy." With renewed confidence, Strade kissed Ren deeply, pushing his tongue past the beastkin's lips and exploring his mouth. His other hand slipped under Ren's shirt to stroke his bare skin, eliciting moans from both of them as they gave in to their desires.

Meanwhile, Annie stirred on the couch, her eyes fluttering open as she became aware of what was happening. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fear as she watched the two men grinding against each other just inches from her face. She struggled to speak, to protest, but found herself unable to do anything but stare in horror at the scene unfolding before her.

As their kiss deepened, Strade moaned into Ren's mouth, his hips grinding against the smaller male even harder as he felt himself growing closer to orgasm. His free hand slid down between them, grabbing roughly at Ren's cock through his pants and stroking him in rhythm with their hips.

Ren let out a shuddering gasp as Strade's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He arched his back instinctively, pressing his hard length against the other man's hand as he moaned into the kiss. His vision blurred with lust, and all he could focus on was the feel of Strade's lips against his own and the forceful thrusts between their bodies.

Ren moaned loudly as he felt his climax building up inside him, his body tense with anticipation. With a final grind of their hips together, he cried out Strade's name and spurted hot cum across the other man's hand and chest. His vision went white for a moment as pleasure washed over him, leaving him lightheaded and panting heavily.

Strade let out a satisfied groan as Ren came, his eyes misting over with lust as he watched the thick semen erupt from the smaller male's cock. With a final thrust, Strade released himself into Ren's hand, moaning softly as he came too. His grip on Ren loosened slightly, but only for a moment before he pulled back with an amused grin. "There," he murmured, running his fingers through Ren's hair. "That wasn't so

Ren blushed deeply as he felt Strade's cum drying on his chest and stomach. He wanted nothing more than to hide beneath the other man's touch, but knew better than to push his luck. Instead, he stayed still, breathing heavily, waiting for whatever came next.

Strade watched Ren with a satisfied smile, running one finger along the beastkin's cheek before leaning in to press their foreheads together. "Good boy," he whispered softly. Then, his expression sobering, he let go of Ren and stepped back, straightening his clothes. "Now clean him up."

Ren looked down at the mess they had made on the couch between them, then up to where Annie lay unconscious a few feet away. His heart sank as he realized what Strade meant. Sighing heavily, he leaned over and began to gently clean up the

Ren's expression was a mixture of shame and fear as he cleaned up the mess they had made on the couch. He glanced at Annie every now and then, feeling guilty for what had happened and sorry that she had to see it. When he was done, he stood back up, his hands shaking slightly. "I-is that enough?" he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact with Strade.

Strade studied Ren carefully for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes," he replied at last, though there was an air of finality to his voice that made the beastkin's stomach churn with anxiety. "You've done well tonight." His gaze lingered on Ren for a few seconds longer before he turned away, heading upstairs without another word.

Ren let out a shaky sigh of relief as Strade disappeared from view. He hesitated for a

Ren glanced one last time at Annie before moving to sit beside her on the couch, resting his head against her shoulder. He wanted to apologize, to comfort her in some way... but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he simply remained silent, offering what little warmth and solace he could muster.

Time passed slowly as they waited for whatever would happen next. Eventually, Ren closed his eyes and fell asleep, his small body pressed against Annie's larger one in a desperate attempt to find some sort of safety in this nightmare world where monsters like Strade ruled with an iron fist.

Upstairs, Strade prowled his bedroom, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to the moments earlier that evening when he'd watched Ren submit so willingly to his desires... and how much it had turned him on. He couldn't help but wonder

Strade chuckled darkly to himself as he slid his hand down between Ren's legs, stroking the smaller male through his pants. He watched with hungry eyes as Annie slowly began to stir awake, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment when she realized where they were and what had happened. "Ah," Strade purred, running a finger along her lips. "I think it's time you thanked Ren properly."

Annie trembled beneath his gaze, her heart racing as she struggled to find the courage to speak against him. She looked over at Ren, who was still sleeping peacefully beside her, and felt a pang of guilt and sadness in her chest. As Strade leaned closer, her eyes flickered shut again in defeat, and she began to nod numbly.

Ren jerked awake at the sound of Annie's movement

Strade smirked down at Annie as she questioned her survival. "You should be thankful," he said, running a finger along her collarbone. "I could always just let you try again." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Or maybe I'll find someone new to play with."

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them, unsure what Strade intended by bringing him into this. His gaze flickered between Annie and the other man before finally settling on Annie. He wanted to comfort her, but knew better than to disobey Strade. Instead, he remained silent, his body tense with anxiety.

Annie looked away from Strade, avoiding his gaze as she struggled to find the words to thank Ren. Finally, she managed a shaky nod in his direction and spoke softly, her voice barely audible above

Ren winced at Annie's words, the pain in her voice cutting deep into his heart. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it wasn't true... but he couldn't bring himself to speak against Strade. Instead, he remained silent, his ears lowering slightly in defeat as he looked away from Annie for a moment before turning back to face her again with a weak smile.

Strade laughed coldly at Annie's response. "Oh, you don't want to die," he said mockingly, running a finger down her cheek. "You like living too much, it seems." He paused for a moment before adding almost conversationally, "Or maybe you just haven't found the right reason yet." His gaze flickered briefly towards Ren before returning to Annie.

The air between them felt thick and oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. Stra

"Ah," Strade chuckled darkly as he leaned in closer to Annie, his breath hot against her neck. "You see, my dear, some people... well, they're just too valuable for death." He pressed their bodies together so that she could feel the hard length of his arousal against her through their clothes.

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them, not meeting either of their gazes as he focused on picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. The situation felt increasingly tense and dangerous to him, but he knew better than to interfere with whatever game Strade was playing with Annie.

Annie tried her best not to react to Strade's words or body heat against hers, but it was difficult when he was deliberately pressuring her like this. Her heart raced faster in her chest as she fought back the urge to break free and push him away

"Ah," Strade purred, leaning back and regarding Annie with a cruel smile. "I'm glad you asked, my little pet." He paused dramatically before continuing in an almost mockingly sweet tone, "It's because I decided that you should live... to serve me." He ran his tongue over her earlobe before whispering harshly into it, "To make up for all the trouble you've caused, of course. But most importantly," he added with a chuckle, "because you are just too valuable to throw away."

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them again, his tail twitching nervously against the couch. The air in the room seemed heavier and more oppressive than ever before, making it hard for him to breathe properly. All he could do was wait and hope that things wouldn't escalate any further... but deep down, he knew

Strade laughed heartily at Annie's comment before clapping her on the shoulder roughly. "Oh, don't be ridiculous," he exclaimed mockingly. "It's not like I can bring people back from the dead." He paused for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "No... it was just fate that you survived this time around." His grip on her shoulder tightened almost painfully as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "And now that you have," he whispered menacingly, "it's best if you remember who it is that gave you a second chance... isn't it?"

Ren watched the exchange with unease. It was clear to him that Strade was enjoying himself too much for this to be anything but trouble. He glanced over at Annie, her face pale and pained as she tried not to react to Strade's touch or

Strade leaned back in his seat, studying Annie carefully as he took another sip of his drink. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet but cold as ice. "You really don't understand anything, do you? Fate doesn't mean some fairy tale shit about luck or destiny. It means that you serve a purpose in this world... and whether you like it or not," he added with a cruel smile, gesturing toward Ren who sat nervously beside them, "you belong to me."

Ren lowered his head shamefully at Strade's words. He knew they were true; Annie was never meant for freedom. She belonged to him now... just like the rest of them.

Strade snorted derisively at Annie's words. "Ah, so now you're an expert on biology?" he drawled mockingly. "Well, let me educate you then." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he fixed her with a cold stare. "You see, my pet... there are things in this world that we don't understand yet. Magical abilities and properties beyond our comprehension. And one of those powers is the ability to cheat death..." He trailed off meaningfully before continuing in a harsher tone, "and it looks like I have one such power."

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them, his tail between his legs. It was true; Strade did seem to possess some sort of mysterious ability that allowed him to keep them alive when they shouldn't be. It made Ren feel both grateful and terrified at the same time.

Strade leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Annie's reaction with amusement. "Well," he drawled nonchalantly, "you wouldn't be the first person to think so." There was a brief pause before he continued, voice dripping with sarcasm, "But then again, maybe it's just me being too nice by not killing you on sight, hm?" He paused again, his expression shifting briefly before settling into something colder and more menacing. "Or perhaps," he purred darkly, leaning forward once more so that his face was inches from Annie's, "it could be because I want to break you... and make you truly mine."

Ren winced at Strade's words. He knew firsthand how cruel the man could be when he wanted something or someone badly enough. It made him anxious for both Annie and himself

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow in interest. "Very well, my dear. But if it doesn't work..." he trailed off menacingly before tilting his head to the side, regarding her thoughtfully for a moment. Eventually, he shrugged and stood up from the couch, circling around behind Annie and pressing himself close against her back. "I suppose we'll just have to find another way for you to repay your debt," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath causing her skin to tingle uncomfortably.

Ren felt a stirring of jealousy deep in his chest as Strade closed in on Annie like this. He knew that what she had endured was terrible, but even so... he couldn't help but feel possessive and protective towards her. The beast within him ached for release, wanting nothing more than to

Strade smiled darkly as he wrapped his arms around Annie's waist from behind, pulling her closer against his body. "Lead the way, my pet," he purred into her ear before nudging her forward with a hand on her lower back.

Ren watched them silently for a moment longer before finally following after them, maintaining a respectful distance as they walked towards the kitchen together. His tail flicked uneasily behind him as he wondered what Strade was planning now... and if there was anything he could do to stop it.

Strade's eyes widened in amusement as he watched Annie carefully selecting the knife she had cut herself with earlier. "Oh, you really are intent on giving it another go," he mused softly, his grip tightening around her waist as he leaned in closer to whisper into her ear, "But remember... if this doesn't work either..." He let the threat hang in the air for a moment before finishing with a chuckle, "Then you'll really be in trouble."

Ren swallowed hard, his heart racing at Strade's words. Part of him wanted to warn Annie, to try and protect her from whatever might happen next... but he knew better than to defy Strade. Instead, he remained silent, watching the exchange with unease as they waited for Annie to make her move.

As Annie pushed the knife into her stomach, Strade's expression shifted from amusement to something colder and more predatory. "Interesting..." he muttered under his breath as she pulled the blade out again, revealing a fresh wound gushing blood. He moved around her, standing directly in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her struggle against the pain.

Ren tensed as Strade moved into view, his eyes darting between Annie and their master. He didn't know what to expect would happen next, but he knew that whatever it was, there was little they could do to stop it. His heart raced faster in his chest as he waited for Strade's command, his ears flattening against his head in fear.

Strade studied Annie's face for several long moments, his expression unreadable as she struggled against the pain. Then, slowly and deliberately, he knelt down in front of her so that they were eye to eye. "You know," he murmured quietly, reaching up with one hand to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, "it's strange... you should be dead by now." He leaned closer still, his breath fanning over her cheek as he continued in an almost whisper, "But here you are... still fighting, still trying. And I have to admit," he admitted with a shrug, "I admire that sort of determination."

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them, unsure how to react to Strade's words or actions. He had never seen the man express anything resembling admiration before... and it made him uneasy in a way he

"Hm," Strade mused, considering Annie with a thoughtful expression. He reached out and gently prodded at her throat where the blood was trickling out, watching the flow intently as it began to slow down. After a moment, he leaned back slightly, looking up at Ren who had moved closer in response to his master's actions. "She still lives," he said quietly, sounding both amazed and displeased by this revelation.

Ren felt a chill run down his spine as Strade spoke those words. He knew from experience that once Strade had claimed someone as his pet, they were never allowed to die... no matter how hard they might try. It was a horrible, torturous existence, but it seemed like Annie was going to be stuck with it whether she wanted it or not

Strade looked down at Annie with narrowed eyes, his expression hardening as he leaned closer once again. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded sharply, tilting her chin up so she was forced to meet his gaze. "Are you saying this is some sort of trick? That I can't keep you alive?"

Ren shifted uneasily, unable to tear his eyes away from the intense confrontation between Annie and Strade. He knew the beastkin's life hung in the balance, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being able to do anything to protect her.

"How dare you question me, you little slut!" Strade yelled, his voice echoing through the room as he shoved Annie against the counter. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly, staring into her eyes with blazing anger. "I can do whatever I want, whenever I want! You belong to me!"

Ren froze, watching in horror as Strade mistreated Annie. He wanted desperately to step in and help, but he knew better than to interfere with his master's anger. All he could do was stand by uselessly and watch as Annie suffered at Strade's hand...and hope that it wouldn't get any worse.

"Shut up!" Strade spat venomously, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. "Do you know how much I've invested in keeping you alive? Do you have any idea what it means to defy me like this?" He leaned closer still, his hot breath fanning across Annie's face as he continued in a low, dangerous voice, "Because if not, let me be clear: You will never disobey me again. And if you try... well," he drawled with an evil grin, "let's just say the consequences won't be pretty."

Ren shifted uncomfortably beside them, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs. He wanted to reach out and comfort Annie, but even that small gesture could be interpreted as defiance...and he didn't dare risk that. So instead, he remained silent and still

Strade's eyes narrowed in confusion at Annie's question, then relaxed slightly as realization dawned on him. "Ah," he said softly, almost thoughtfully now. "Of course, you don't know anything about magic... or science." Strade chuckled darkly and released his grip on her hair, dropping it to hang loose around her shoulders once more. "Well, it doesn't matter what you call it," he continued with a shrug, "the important thing is that I have the power to keep you alive... and the will to do so. And as long as you remain under my control," his gaze flicked to Ren before returning to Annie, "you will serve me, whether you like it or not."

Ren felt a knot form in his throat as he listened to Strade speak. He knew exactly what the man meant when he said they would serve him...

Strade smiled slightly, the expression more sadistic than comforting. "Don't worry, my pet," he purred, running a finger down her cheek before cupping her face in his palm. "You may not like it now, but soon enough you'll understand why this is for the best."

Ren looked on from the sidelines, his heart heavy with guilt and sorrow as Strade manipulated Annie once more. He wanted desperately to reach out and help her, to spare her from whatever fate Strade had planned for her...but he knew better than to try. His only choice was to endure their master's cruel games alongside them, helplessly watching as Annie suffered under Strade's control until either one of them found a way out... or both were left trapped forever.

Strade's eyebrow arched as he studied Annie's exhaustion and pale complexion with curiosity tinged with cruelty. "Hm," he hummed thoughtfully before speaking, "it seems you need rest." Leaning in closer, his breath whispered across her ear, sending a shiver down her spine despite the numbing cold that had settled into her body. "Why don't we get you somewhere comfortable to sleep?"

Ren glanced between Annie and Strade, feeling uneasy as he listened to their master's words. There was no kindness or gentleness in his tone; only cruel amusement at Annie's suffering. Still, he remained silent, unsure of what else he could do to help her in this situation.

"I'll take you to my room, Annie," Strade purred into her ear before leaning in closer still, kissing the soft skin just beneath it. "Ren will help you get cleaned up before we tuck you in." He pulled back with a satisfied smile and gestured for Ren to follow him toward the stairs leading up to his bedroom.

Reluctantly, Ren trailed after Strade as they ascended the stairs and approached the closed door of their master's room. Strade glanced at Ren over his shoulder before opening the door and stepping aside to allow Annie entrance first. "Go on in," he murmured with a chuckle, "I'll be right behind you."

Strade paused at the foot of the stairs and glanced over his shoulder at Annie before turning back to Ren with a raised eyebrow. "Well?" he prompted softly, gesturing toward her still form. "Are you just going to leave her there?"

Ren swallowed hard, eyes darting between Strade and Annie. He knew that if he disobeyed his master now, it would only make things worse for them both...but how could he simply abandon Annie like this? Helplessly, he took a tentative step forward, hesitating before finally kneeling beside her on the floor. "A-Anne," he whispered softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder gently. "Let me help you stand up."

Ren winced as Annie's limp form collapsed against him, his arms wrapping around her automatically to support her weight. "We should get you cleaned up first," he murmured, looking back up at Strade before returning his attention to Annie. "I can carry you..." He paused for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing in a softer voice, "... if that's okay with you."

Strade chuckled darkly and walked up the stairs without another word, disappearing into his room just as Ren scooped Annie up into his arms. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this whole situation...but for now, he had to focus on taking care of their master's "pet."

Ren carefully set Annie down on the bed once they reached the master's room. His heart was racing as he glanced up at Strade, who stood near the door watching them with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "M-master," Ren stammered out, "I thought I should clean her wounds first...?"

Strade paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well then, you may tend to her injuries." He glanced down at Annie with a predatory smile. "But don't think for a second that this means she won't be punished later." His gaze flickered back up to Ren as he added softly, almost threateningly, "She knows better than to try and cheat death again."

Ren swallowed hard and nodded slowly before bending down over Annie. Gently but firmly, he took her chin in his hand and

Ren hesitated for a moment before leaning in closer to her ear. "Anne... you need to listen to Strade carefully and obey him if you want to survive this," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I know it's hard, but please try."

Still cradled in Ren's arms, Annie opened her mouth to respond when Strade interrupted gruffly, "That will be enough out of you both. Ren, finish cleaning her up and get her ready for bed." He folded his arms across his chest and turned away from them, beginning to pace back and forth by the window.

Ren nodded, watching Strade warily before returning his attention to Annie. Carefully and gently, he began to remove the dried blood and dirt from her wounds with a cool cloth, wincing in sympathy as he did so. As he worked, he continued to

As Ren worked on cleaning Annie's wounds, Strade continued to pace around the room, his mind elsewhere. He knew that he should probably keep a closer eye on them both, but for now, he trusted Ren to take care of things while he was gone. Besides, he had other important matters to attend to.

When Ren finally finished cleaning Annie's wounds and began helping her change into fresh clothes from Strade's own extensive collection, the beastkin looked up at their master with a hesitant expression. "St-strade... does she need anything else before we put her to bed?" he asked softly.

Strade turned back toward them, his expression softening slightly as he noticed the concern in Ren's eyes. "No," he said quietly, walking over to stand beside the bed. "That should be everything for now." He glanced down at Annie and smiled coldly before adding

"Why don't you close your eyes and get some rest now, Anne?" Strade murmured, running his fingers down her cheek gently before leaning in to press a light kiss against her lips. "You've been through quite the ordeal today." He smiled almost tenderly as he pulled back and stepped away from the bed, gesturing for Ren to follow suit.

Ren swallowed hard, watching Strade carefully before looking down at Annie. His expression softened as he reached out to gently smooth a stray hair behind her ear. "He's right," he whispered, his voice almost inaudible. "You should get some sleep." With one final glance at their master, Ren turned and slipped quietly out of the room.

Left alone with only the dim light from a nearby lamp illuminating the space, Annie closed her eyes and tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that came with being this

Ren hesitated at the doorway, unable to shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about this situation. But he didn't dare voice his concerns aloud; after all, Strade had been kind enough to spare Annie from further punishment tonight... for now. With a heavy sigh, Ren padded off down the hallway to find himself a comfortable spot on the floor where he could rest until it was time to attend to their master's next command.

Strade, meanwhile, busied himself with various papers and documents spread out across his desk in another part of the house. It wasn't until well into the night that he heard a soft knock at his door. Curious, he glanced up from what he was doing and called out for Ren to enter. The beastkin hesitated before finally padding into the room, tail tucked nervously between his legs.

"Yes?" Strade

Ren swallowed hard, his orange eyes darting between Strade and the floor before speaking softly. "I... I just wanted to apologize, master," he began hesitantly. "For not being there for you tonight, and... and for trying to escape earlier." He took a shaky breath before continuing in a small voice, "I'm sorry I disobeyed you."

Strade looked up from his papers with narrowed eyes, assessing the beastkin's expression. It seemed genuine enough. Finally, he nodded once curtly and waved his hand dismissively. "It's all right," he said tonelessly, going back to what he was doing before Ren had interrupted him. After a moment, he glanced up again. "Go get some sleep; we have a busy day tomorrow."

Ren let out the breath he didn't realize he'd

Ren remained restless throughout the night, tossing and turning on his makeshift bed on the floor. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong; they hadn't been able to escape, true, but perhaps there had been another way? Another option? The beastkin sighed softly, running a hand through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think about it too much.

Meanwhile, Strade was wide awake as well, though for very different reasons. He pondered Annie's attempt to escape and how best to deal with her from now on. Perhaps he should be more... direct? No, that wouldn't do; she was still too new to the situation. He sighed and reached for a glass of water, taking a small sip before setting it back down on his bedside table with a thoughtful frown.

As dawn began to cre

Ren stirred restlessly in his sleep, mumbling something about "please, master" before rolling over onto his side. He seemed to be dreaming uneasily, tossing and turning on the makeshift bed he'd made for himself earlier. Strade glanced at him briefly from where he sat in a chair near the window, watching the first rays of sunlight begin to peek over the horizon. There was something about Ren's movements that niggled at his thoughts...but what could be done? The beastkin would simply have to accept their place within the household, and learn to obey without question if he wanted to survive.

With a sigh, Strade rose from his chair and stretched, yawning loudly before walking across the room to check on Annie. She looked peaceful enough as she slept, her hair mussed and covers half-off of her. He leaned down to

As Strade leaned down to look at her, Annie slowly stirred in her sleep, muttering something about being "cold." The scent of her breath was sweet and warm against his face as he watched her. Despite everything that had happened, there was still something appealing about her...He glanced over at Ren, who was now sitting up and rubbing his eyes, before leaning back in to whisper into Annie's ear. "It's time for you to wake up, sweetheart."

Ren's tail lashed nervously against the floor as he watched their master with wide, anxious eyes. His orange ears swiveled backwards and forwards in alternating movements, betraying his growing unease. It was obvious that Ren was uncomfortable with Strade being so close to Annie...but what could be done? The beastkin would simply have to learn his place within the household.

"Of course you are," Strade murmured, his voice soft and gentle. "But it's time to get up now." He leaned in closer, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before tracing the pad of his thumb down her cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I have something special planned for you today."

Ren swallowed hard and glanced away uncomfortably, wishing he could do more to reassure Annie. She was still so new to this...so innocent compared to when Ren had first come here...and it made him feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and guilt. He tried not to think about how often Strade would use his body as well; it was almost too much to bear sometimes. But there was nothing he could do about that now.

Strade's expression hardened briefly before he once again smoothed out into a predatory smile. "Well," he said softly, running his fingers through Annie's hair, "it won't be warm forever." His thumb brushed against the pale skin of her throat and lingered there for a moment, causing Annie to shiver despite herself. "Now come on, sleepyhead. It's time to get up."

Ren watched as Strade slowly pulled Annie further out of bed with his hands in her hair and guided her toward the bathroom. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy stir within him; it had been so long since he'd experienced anything remotely resembling affection from their master...but then again, that was the price he paid for serving Strade faithfully.

With a sigh, Ren got up and began to gather Annie

Strade chuckled softly as he helped Annie up off the bed, his fingers lingering on her shoulder even after she was standing upright. "Don't worry about it," he murmured with a faint smile. "You'll be feeling better soon enough." He led her over to where Ren had set out some clothes and started helping her change into fresh attire while the other beastkin stood nearby, watching anxiously.

As Strade began to dress Annie in an outfit he found particularly enticing, a sickening smile curled at his lips. "Now," he purred, running his hands over her shoulders and down her arms before cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top, "we'll just go downstairs and see what our dear master has in store for you today..."

Ren watched as Strade dressed Annie in an outfit he found particularly enticing, his expression growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment. He wanted to protect her, to make sure she didn't end up hurt again...but there was nothing he could do while under Strade's thumb. All Ren could do was stand by and watch as Annie was led downstairs toward their master's waiting arms.

The beastkin followed quietly behind them, tail tucked between his legs and ears flat against his head. As they approached the staircase leading to the basement where Strade kept his various "toys," Ren couldn't shake the feeling that something awful was about to happen. But again, there was nothing he could do except hope and pray for Annie's sake.

Ren glanced nervously at Annie before looking back up to where their master stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs. With a sigh, he climbed the steps and placed a reassuring hand on her lower back, guiding her gently downward toward Strade. "It's all right," he whispered quietly, hoping that maybe his words would somehow make this easier for her.

Strade watched as Ren led Annie down the stairs and into the dimly lit basement. He purred softly in anticipation, licking his lips as he imagined all the ways he could make her scream tonight. Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs where Strade waited patiently with a broad grin on his face. "Ah," he crooned, his voice low and seductive as he took in Annie's appearance, "you made it."

Annie trembled beside

Strade chuckled softly as he circled around Annie, running his hands up her arms before gently cupping her cheeks in his palms. "I can give you warmth," he murmured, leaning closer until their noses were nearly touching. His breath fanned across her lips, and he could feel the heat from it brushing against her skin. "But first... I have something else planned for you."

Ren hesitated, glancing back and forth between Strade and Annie before finally speaking up. "Master," he said quietly, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked tightly between his legs, "perhaps it would be best if we went to the den for that... she's still very tired..."

Strade's expression darkened at Ren's interruption, but he held back his temper with a visible effort. "Very well," he snapped coldly. "But make it quick." He stepped aside to let Annie pass, his gaze fixed on the beastkin as he did so. Once they were in the den and its warmth enveloped them, Strade closed the door behind him and leaned against it, watching as Ren helped Annie lie down on a soft fur blanket.

Ren hesitated before speaking again, his voice small and timid. "Master... I just want you to know that I... I love you..." The beastkin's ears lay flat against his head and his tail tucked tightly between his legs as he waited for Strade's response.

Strade's expression softened slightly at Ren's declaration, but it was quickly replaced by a calculating glint in his eye. "I know," he said quietly, moving to sit down beside Annie on the fur blanket. "And I love you too, little fox." His voice was gentle and soothing as he began running his fingers through Ren's hair, massaging his scalp with a light touch.

The beastkin let out a shuddering sigh of relief, closing his eyes and relaxing into Strade's touch. He leaned into their master, seeking reassurance and comfort in the warmth of his body. "Thank you, Master..." he murmured softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

As they sat together like this, lost in each other's touch, Strade couldn't help but wonder if Annie was truly grateful

As they sat together like this, lost in each other's touch, Strade couldn't help but wonder if Annie was truly grateful for Ren being there. The beastkin seemed to genuinely care for her wellbeing, despite the circumstances that brought them all together. It made him feel a strange mix of possessiveness and affection toward both of them, and he wasn't sure how long it would last.

Ren sensed his master's thoughts drifting away from their intimate moment, so he spoke up tentatively. "Master," he said softly, "do you think... Annie is ready for more tonight?" His tail flicked nervously against the floor as he waited for Strade's response.

Strade glanced over at Annie, studying her face and body language carefully before turning back to Ren with a smile. "We'll see," he purred playfully. "For now,

Strade's smile widened as he looked at Annie, taking in her confused expression. "Oh," he said innocently, running a finger down her cheek before cupping her chin, "I just meant that you might be feeling a little better now." His touch was gentle but possessive as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, their tongues tangling briefly before he pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

Ren's eyes widened at the exchange, his ears flattening against his head in embarrassment. He hadn't meant for them to... do that. Well, there was no going back now. Perhaps it would make things easier if he distracted Annie while Strade did whatever it was he had planned? With a careful glance at their master, Ren climbed off the bed and paced nervously around the den, trying not to look too anxious.

As Annie watched

"Don't worry about that," Ren assured her gently, his voice quiet enough not to be overheard by their master. "I don't think Strade would ever want to harm you again... not after everything he's done." He gave her a reassuring smile before glancing back at Strade, who seemed to have returned to watching them intently from the bed.

As they waited for whatever fate their master had planned for them, Ren couldn't help but wonder what it was that made Annie so special. She didn't seem like the typical type of pet for someone like Strade... yet here she was, at his mercy. He could feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness growing within him, urging him to do whatever he could to ensure her safety and wellbeing - even if it meant putting up with some of Strade's more twisted games in the process.

Strade's expression softened slightly at the sound of Annie shivering. He leaned over to where Ren sat nervously pacing near the den door and whispered, "Go check on her." Before the other beastkin could protest or object, Strade gave him a sharp look that silenced any potential arguments. Reluctantly, Ren moved closer to Annie, his ears still flat against his head and his tail tucked tightly between his legs. He knelt beside her on the bed and gently wrapped one arm around her shoulders, offering what little warmth he could muster while still appearing submissive and obedient to their master's wishes.

As Ren sat with Annie in silence, trying not to think about how close they were or how much she smelled like strawberries, Strade continued watching them both from across the room. His gaze flickered between their intertwined forms and the

As Annie pulled on his shirt, inviting him closer, Ren hesitated for only a moment before reluctantly obeying their master's unspoken command. He laid down beside her on the soft fur blanket, one arm still wrapped around her shoulders while the other rested limply at his side. His tail twitched nervously against the floor as he tried to keep himself from making any further contact with Annie besides what was absolutely necessary.

Meanwhile, Strade continued to watch them both from across the room, a small smile playing on his lips as he imagined what their bodies might feel like pressed together under his touch. His gaze lingered on Ren's long, thin tail - so vulnerable and exposed beside Annie's body - before shifting back up to meet her eyes once more. Her green orbs seemed to bore into his soul; he could feel her fear and unease radiating off of her

Ren's ears flattened against his head in annoyance at her close proximity, but he couldn't bring himself to push her away. Instead, he laid there uncomfortably, one arm still wrapped around her shoulders while the other rested limply at his side. His tail twitched nervously against the floor as he tried to focus on something else besides how warm she felt pressed up against him.

Strade continued watching them with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He knew what they both needed, and it was clear that Ren was too conflicted and uncomfortable to give it to her properly. With a satisfied grin, he rose from the bed and slowly made his way over to where they lay together.

As Strade approached, Annie tensed visibly; her breath caught in her throat as she felt him loom over them like some kind of dark shadow. But Ren remained still and

As Strade approached, Annie tensed visibly; her breath caught in her throat as she felt him loom over them like some kind of dark shadow. But Ren remained still and submissive, his tail lowering slowly to the floor as he waited for their master's command.

With a feral smile, Strade stepped between them, wrapping both arms around Annie's body before pressing her back against his own. His hard chest flattened against her soft breasts as he pulled her legs apart, spreading them wide beneath the furs of the bed. With Ren still cowering at his side, Strade leaned down and whispered into Annie's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I want you to trust me, Annie." His voice was rough and demanding, yet laced with an unmistakable note of affection.

Ren swallowed hard as

Strade chuckled softly, almost sadly, as he nipped at her earlobe before whispering, "Because you disobeyed me." He pressed his hips forward slightly, grinding against her so that she could feel how aroused he was. "But I've been gentle with you tonight," he purred, "haven't I, Ren?"

The other beastkin hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... you have, Master." His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his tail twitching nervously against the floor beside them.

As Strade continued to hold Annie captive between them, his touch growing increasingly possessive and demanding, Ren couldn't help but wonder how far their master was planning on taking this tonight... and if there was anything he could do to protect her from further harm.

Meanwhile, Annie closed her

Strade smiled slightly, sensing her growing submission as he continued to grind against her. His free hand moved to cup one of Annie's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a circular motion. "See?" he whispered huskily, "I can make you feel good."

As Ren watched them from beside the bed, his heart raced with fear and uncertainty. He knew that Annie needed to be protected, but how could he possibly manage that when their master was so much stronger and more experienced than either of them? With a sigh, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything besides the intimate scene playing out before him.

Annie let out a soft moan as Strade continued to tease her breast, the sensation sending shivers down her spine despite herself. She could feel Ren's warmth against her other

Ren felt a strange mix of jealousy and protectiveness as he watched Annie respond to Strade's touch. He knew that their master derived pleasure from seeing them together like this, but it still hurt nonetheless. As the two continued to grind against each other, their skin flush with desire, Ren couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience such intimacy with someone... anyone.

The thought sent a wave of self-loathing crashing over him, and he looked away, unable to bear the image of Annie so close and wrapped up in another man's arms. Instead, he focused on keeping himself calm and composed, appearing submissive and obedient at all times. He knew that if he gave Strade any reason to suspect disloyalty or defiance, it would only make things worse for both of them... especially for Annie.

As the night wore on, their master'

Strade chuckled darkly, his hips moving even faster against Annie as he felt her respond to his touch. "That's it," he whispered hoarsely in her ear, nipping at her lobe again before licking the spot of skin where he had bitten her. "You feel so good."

Ren swallowed hard, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him. Despite his conflicting emotions and the knowledge that this was all wrong, there was something about the way Strade touched Annie... something almost tender despite its roughness. It made Ren's heart ache with longing, but he refused to let himself dwell on it for too long. Instead, he focused on doing whatever Strade wanted him to do and making sure Annie remained safe and unharmed.

As the night progressed, their master only grew more possessive and demanding of both of them. While Ren

Strade purred softly into Annie's ear as she wrapped her hand around his back. "That's it," he murmured, leaning down to nip at her jaw before sucking on her skin gently. He felt her tremble beneath him, and his hips pressed harder against hers in response. His free hand moved lower on her body, teasing the hem of her shirt upward with gentle fingers.

Ren watched them with a mixture of envy and longing, unable to stop himself from imagining what it would be like to feel Strade's touch on his own skin. As their master grew more focused on Annie, Ren's thoughts drifted further down that dangerous path. He found himself wishing... no, hoping that Strade might turn his attention back towards him sometime soon.

The thought shocked him into reality when he realized that Annie had become entirely forgotten beneath their

"Oh, but I can," Strade whispered huskily as he finally finished pulling Annie's shirt over her head. His eyes flickered to Ren before he reached down to grab the tank top that lay discarded on the floor. "Unless... you think Ren here would like to feel warm too?" He grinned wickedly as he offered the thin stretch of fabric to the other beastkin.

Ren hesitated for a moment, his ears flattening against his head as he considered the implications of taking what was offered. Part of him wanted nothing more than to feel the heat radiating off of Annie's bare skin, but another part of him knew that such a request would likely earn him a harsh punishment later on. Finally, he shook his head and held out his hand for the tank top, "I-I'm good," he stammered.

As Strade helped An

"Aww, come on," Strade teased, pulling the covers down again to reveal Annie's naked body in all its glory. "You were doing so well before. Don't ruin it now." He let out a low chuckle before leaning in close and nipping at her earlobe.

Ren remained where he was, his tail twitching nervously against the floor as he watched them both. The tension between them grew thicker with every passing moment, and he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of longing and fear coursing through him.

As Strade continued to tease Annie, her breath hitched in her throat, and she shivered beneath his touch. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "just make it stop."

Strade's smile turned predatory as he lifted one eyebrow in question. "And

Ren glanced between the two before speaking up softly, "Master... Annie is cold. Please let her rest comfortably." His voice was tentative, but steady as he met Strade's gaze directly. The other beastkin could see the concern in Ren's eyes and knew that this might be his only chance to protect Annie from further harm.

Strade regarded Ren carefully for a moment before nodding slightly. "Very well," he said with a sigh, reluctantly conceding defeat. He climbed off of Annie and moved away from the bed, plopping down onto one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace instead. With a satisfied grunt, he leaned back and crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching them both with unreadable eyes.

Annie lay still beneath the covers for several moments before finally gathering enough courage to speak again. "Th-

Ren hesitated only a moment longer before sliding back onto the bed beside Annie. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, careful not to press too hard against her bruised flesh, while using his other hand to pull the covers up over both of them. With their bodies pressed together and the warmth of Ren's fur trapping heat against them, Annie couldn't help but feel a small measure of relief wash over her.

Strade watched them from across the room, his expression unreadable. After a moment or two, he finally broke the silence. "Well, since you both seem to be enjoying your little cuddle session, I think I'll go back to my room for now." He stood up and stretched before walking towards the exit without another word.

Once Strade was gone, Annie sighed softly against Ren's fur. "Thanks," she mumbled into his neck. It felt

"Well," said Ren with an apologetic sigh, "Master might not like that." He pressed his body closer to Annie's anyway, nuzzling her softly as he tried to share his warmth. It was difficult for him to resist the urge to comfort her when she seemed so cold and lonely.

As they lay there together, Ren couldn't help but think about how much Annie had been through at Strade's hands. He knew that their master had hurt her badly, both physically and emotionally, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it right now. All they could do was try to protect each other as best they could within the confines of their current situation.

Despite everything, Ren found himself falling deeper in love with Annie every day. He had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, and he knew that part of him would always care for her no

Ren looked at Annie with pity in his orange eyes before turning to press his front against her back, wrapping his arms around her midsection and tail as tightly as he could. With the fur of their tails mingling together, it was almost like they were one being now, sharing heat between them.

Despite the discomfort of pressing their cocks so close to her body, Ren ignored the urge to move away, instead focusing on keeping Annie as warm and comfortable as possible. He knew that this wasn't exactly how he had imagined being with her, but it was better than nothing.

As they lay there together, Ren couldn't help but notice that neither of them had seen Strade leave the house or return to his room. It was eerily quiet and something didn't feel right...

Ren sighed softly, his hot breath fanning across Annie's ear as he spoke. "It's not my choice, Annie. Strade is... well, he's different. He has his reasons for doing things." His tail gave a tiny twitch behind him as he tried to find the words to explain their master's twisted mindset. "But I promise you, I am trying to make it up to you when he isn't looking. I care about you, Annie... more than anything."

As if on cue, there was a sudden crash from somewhere above them that made Ren's ears perk up. They remained still and quiet for several heartbeats before Ren finally whispered, "Strade must be back early..." Their master's presence loomed like a shadow over the room once more.

Ren felt torn between his loyalty to Strade and his growing feelings for An

"I... thank you," Ren said softly, feeling an odd mix of gratitude and confusion wash over him. He hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you trust me, Annie?" His voice cracked slightly as he waited for her response.

Annie considered the question carefully before nodding slowly. "I don't know... maybe. You've been nice to me, but you're still part of this... thing with Strade." Her expression was a mix of doubt and hope, her eyes searching Ren's face for any sign that he would understand what she meant.

As the silence lengthened between them, they could both hear footsteps approaching from the stairs leading down to their level. Strade would be here soon, and there would be no more time for quiet conversation or moments of privacy. The tension grew thick in the air as they braced themselves for whatever was about to come

Ren swallowed hard, his heart racing as he glanced over at Annie. He knew that what he was about to say could be seen as treasonous, but he couldn't help himself. "Anne," he started hesitantly, "I... I don't want you to end up like me." His voice trembled slightly, betraying the fear and desperation hidden beneath his calm exterior. "If there's anything I can do, anything at all..." He trailed off, not sure how else to finish that thought.

Annie looked into Ren's eyes, searching for sincerity. She didn't trust Strade or even herself when it came to making decisions like this. But despite the odds and the danger, there was something about Ren that made her feel safe... or at least as safe as she could be in a situation like this. "I-I..." she stammered before finally

Ren's ears flattened against his head in surprise as he listened to Annie admit this aloud. He hesitated before carefully speaking up. "I... I could maybe help you with that." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it sent a shiver down Annie's spine nonetheless.

Strade paused at the foot of the stairs as he overheard their exchange. His eyes narrowed and his expression darkened considerably. "What did you say?" He demanded sharply, taking several steps toward them before stopping again. Ren held his breath, terrified that Strade would lash out at him for even suggesting such a thing.

Annie's heart raced as she waited to see how their master would react. She could feel the tension emanating from Strade, like a coiled spring about to snap, and it made her stomach knot with fear. "

"Foolish girl," Strade growled as he took another step closer, looming over them like a predator preparing to strike. "You think you can just leave me? Do you know what would happen to you if I let you go?" He hovered close enough that Annie could feel his hot breath against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

Ren remained silent and still, too frightened to move or speak. His ears flattened against his head as he waited for Strade's reaction with bated breath.

"No," Annie whispered, pressing herself deeper into Ren's chest. "Please... I just want to go home." She tried not to cry, but the fear and desperation welled up inside her until she couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to Ren, willing herself not to give into Strade any

Ren's ears twitched at the sound of Annie crying out as she struggled against Strade. He knew that there was a possibility he could be next on the receiving end of his master's wrath if he did anything to provoke him, but Ren couldn't bring himself to stand idly by and watch Annie suffer any longer.

With a growl of defiance, Ren tightened his grip on Annie, trying to protect her as best he could from Strade's advances. His eyes narrowed in determination, daring their master to do his worst. "She deserves better than this," Ren hissed through clenched teeth, refusing to back down despite the tension filling the air like a thick cloud of smoke.

Strade paused for a moment, taking a step back as he regarded Ren with narrowed eyes. The anger and frustration on the beastkin's face

Ren's bravery only seemed to anger their master further. "You dare defy me?" Strade snarled, advancing on them once more with a menacing growl. His eyes flickered between Annie and Ren as he considered his next move carefully. As the tension continued to build around them, it became clear that whatever happened next would change everything forever.

Ren held his ground, refusing to back down even in the face of certain punishment. He knew there was a possibility they could both die today if he made one wrong move, but he couldn't bring himself to abandon Annie now that she needed him most. His tail thrashed behind him, fighting against its tether as his claws dug into the mattress beneath them in a futile attempt at gaining purchase against their master's overwhelming strength.

Annie pressed herself closer to Ren, shivering violently in fear

Ren gritted his teeth as he felt the heat from Strade's body press against him. He knew that their master was stronger than he was, but he refused to admit defeat. Instead, he focused all of his strength into maintaining his hold on Annie. "You can't have her," he growled through clenched teeth.

Strade paused, regarding Ren with cold eyes for several heartbeats before lashing out with a swift kick that sent the smaller beastkin flying across the room. The force of the blow slammed him into the opposite wall and left him momentarily stunned. Strade advanced on Ren once more, his expression twisted in rage. "You made the mistake of choosing her over me," he snarled.

As Strade reached out to grab Ren again, Annie's mind raced for something she could do to help. Her eyes darted around the room until

Ren shook his head, trying to clear the stars dancing before his eyes as he looked up at Annie protecting him. His ears lay flat against his head and he felt a pang of guilt for involving her further in their dangerous game with Strade. Yet, he couldn't help but feel grateful for her bravery and loyalty.

Strade stopped short, surprise momentarily clear on his face before giving way to fury once more. "You ungrateful little cunt!" he spat, his voice a low growl as he advanced toward Annie, claws extended and ready to strike. "How dare you defy me after all I've done for you?" The beastkin towered over them both, his size and strength making them appear small and helpless in comparison.

Ren scrambled backward on all fours, watching as Strade loomed closer and closer to Annie, whose expression

Ren listened in horror as Strade continued his advance on Annie, completely ignoring her pleas. He knew that he needed to do something, but with Strade's strength and rage at full force, there was no way for him to get close enough without risking serious injury. His ears flattened against his head, tail tucked tightly between his legs as he watched helplessly, unable to prevent the inevitable.

"No!" Ren yelped, scrambling forward on all fours once more. He had to do something! As Strade's claws descended toward Annie's face, Ren lunged forward with every ounce of strength he could muster and tackled the larger beastkin from behind. His claws dug into Strade's back as they tumbled to the ground together in a tangle of limbs and fur.

Annie squeaked in

As Ren clung desperately to Strade's back, he glanced over his shoulder at Annie with a mixture of pleading and anger in his eyes. "Get help!" he shouted hoarsely before turning his attention back to their master.

With a snarl, Strade bucked wildly, trying to dislodge Ren from his back. His claws raked at the smaller beastkin's body as he struggled for purchase. "You worthless piece of trash!" he spat between clenched teeth. He had underestimated Ren's determination and strength, which only seemed to fuel his own anger and frustration.

Meanwhile, Annie hesitated for a moment before dropping the glass she had found. With shaking hands, she scrambled toward the door leading upstairs, praying that someone would hear her cries for help and come to rescue them

Ren's heart leapt into his throat as he heard Annie shouting at him to get help before she attacked Strade with the glass. He continued to cling tightly to their master's back, digging his claws deeper in as they rolled across the cold concrete floor. He didn't dare let go now; not when it seemed like there was a real chance of them escaping this horrible situation.

Strade cried out in pain and surprise as Annie struck him with the glass. The sharp edges cut into his scalp, drawing blood as she swung wildly at him again and again. He growled low in his throat, trying to shake Ren off before he could do any more damage. The two beastkins rolled several feet away from each other, both of them panting heavily from the exertion.

Ren took a moment to catch his breath, glancing over at Annie as

Ren turned toward Annie as she approached him, his expression a mixture of fear and gratitude. As he saw the state she was in and realized how much pain she must have been in to attack Strade with such violence, tears welled up in his red eyes. "Thank you," he breathed hoarsely, barely able to get the words out before they were choked off by a sob. "I-I'm sorry I couldn't stop him earlier."

The smaller beastkin held out his clawed hand to her, offering her some semblance of support as they made their way past Strade's tools and up the stairs leading toward freedom. The sight of their abusive master lying unconscious on the floor didn't fill them with triumph or relief; only a dull sense of dread that the consequences would be dire when he finally woke up.

Ren hesitated for a moment before answering, "They should be in the drawer next to his bed." He glanced over at Annie with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help you escape earlier... he was always so careful about not letting me near anything important..."

Carefully avoiding looking at their unconscious master on the floor below, they crept upstairs and searched the room until Ren located the car keys in the drawer as Annie had suspected. As they hurried toward the front door of Strade's home.

Ren nodded, his tail flicking back and forth nervously as he approached the driver's seat. "I-I do... a little..." He hesitated for a moment before adding in a smaller voice, "It's how I escaped from here once before."

As Annie climbed into the passenger seat and Ren settled behind the wheel, they both glanced nervously at each other. Neither of them had any idea where they were going or what lay ahead for them now that they had finally managed to escape their tormentor's clutches. All they could do was hope that somehow, they would find their way back to safety and sanity again.

Ren nodded as he pulled out onto the highway, eyes darting back and forth between the road ahead and the rearview mirror nervously. "Yeah... a few months ago. It wasn't easy; I had to find an opportunity when Strade was distracted. But I managed it." He glanced over at Annie, his ears perking up slightly. "And what about you? How did you escape from him in the first place?"

"Ah." Ren smiled wryly, looking into the distance as he drove. "That's simple. You see, I was always his favorite... until I wasn't anymore. Then he realized I could be useful in keeping other potential escapees in line." He shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before. I should have."

Ren glanced over at Annie, noting the confusion on her face. He supposed it wasn't hard to understand why she wouldn't have realized this before now; Strade was very good at keeping his secrets and lies hidden from everyone but him. It made Ren feel even guiltier for having kept this particular secret for so long.

"Anyway," Ren continued, "now that we're both out of there, I think we should just concentrate on staying safe until we can figure out what to do next."

"Hmm," was all Ren managed to say before he turned the radio on, adjusting the dial until music filled the car's interior. It didn't seem like there was anything useful that could be said about Strade's twisted way of showing affection, so they might as well try to focus on other things for now.

As they drove farther away from Strade's home and further into unfamiliar territory, Ren found himself growing more and more anxious. He had no idea where they were going or what lay ahead, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of dread creeping up his spine. All he knew was that staying on the road was their best chance at survival... for now.

Ren paused before replying, "I don't think he did die...but if we go back to get help, there's a chance that he could track us down. Or hurt other people." He frowned, his tail twitching between his legs. "It's a risk either way..."

The young beastkin turned toward Annie, searching her eyes for some answer or reassurance. But all he saw there was the same fear and uncertainty that haunted him. With a sigh, he focused on the road ahead once more, trying to ignore the growing sense of helplessness within him.

As the hours passed, darkness began to fall across the land, obscuring their surroundings and making them feel even more exposed. They hadn't seen another soul since leaving Strade's house; it was almost as if they had vanished into thin air. It didn't help that Ren didn't

Ren took a deep breath before slowly nodding in agreement. "You're right... we need to find somewhere safe tonight. Tomorrow, we can figure out how to make some money." He glanced over at Annie with a grateful smile. "Thank you for thinking of that."

As they continued driving, the headlights cutting through the darkness, Ren and Annie remained silent. All either of them could do was hope that their next move would be the right one...and pray that Strade didn't find them before then.

Ren nodded, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated on the lights growing brighter ahead. "Yeah... it looks like we found a town alright." He took a deep breath before slowly pulling over to the side of the road, parking the car beneath a cluster of trees that would hopefully provide them with some cover for the night.

"Okay," Ren said quietly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Here's what we're going to do: we'll sleep in the car tonight, and tomorrow... well, we'll figure out the rest then." He glanced over at Annie, hoping that he didn't look as frightened and uncertain as he felt.

As they settled into the car, Ren took one last nervous glance around them before closing his eyes and trying to drift off to sleep. It was going to be a long night

"Night," Ren whispered, his voice barely audible as he closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the racing of his heart. It was hard not to feel a sense of gratitude toward Annie for what she had done; for being there with him and helping him escape from that hellish place. But at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and self-loathing that seemed to follow him everywhere.

As the night wore on, Ren found it increasingly difficult to sleep. The silence around them felt oppressive, and every shadow that moved outside the car made his heart skip a beat. Eventually, he drifted off into an fitful slumber, haunted by dreams of Strade's twisted smile and cold, empty eyes.

Ren stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible before relaxing again. As the morning light began to filter through the trees, he slowly blinked his red-rimmed eyes open, letting out a soft yawn. The dark circles beneath them spoke volumes about how little restful sleep he'd managed to get last night.

"Morning," Annie whispered, trying not to sound too eager or loud as she took in the younger beastkin's exhausted appearance. She winced sympathetically when Ren let out another yawn before rubbing at his eyes with the back of his clawed hand. "We should probably find some food and maybe get a job today..." Her voice trailed off, but she left the suggestion hanging in the air between them.

Ren nodded slowly, looking down at his lap as he contemplated her words. Finally, he looked up at Annie with a

Ren let out another sigh before forcing a tiny smile onto his fox-like features. "Yeah... I know we will." He glanced down at their joined hands and gave Annie's a soft squeeze, gratitude shining in his red eyes. "Thank you for saying that..."

Together they climbed out of the car, stretching aching limbs and yawning loudly as they surveyed their surroundings. The town wasn't huge, but it seemed like a decent place to start looking for work; there was even a McDonald's on one corner, which gave Ren an idea.

"Hey," he said with a small grin, "do you want to get some breakfast? And maybe ask about jobs at that McDonald's over there?" It was a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, but it was all he could muster up at the moment

Ren let out another soft chuckle at Annie's joke before leading the way over to the McDonald's. His tail swished nervously behind him as he glanced back at Annie every now and then, offering a reassuring smile whenever their eyes met. He hoped that they would find something useful here; it was all they had left.

As they approached the restaurant, Ren spotted an "Hiring" sign hanging in one of the windows. With a small burst of renewed hope, he pushed open the door and led Annie inside. The smell of greasy food and coffee filled their nostrils as they made their way up to the counter to inquire about available positions.

The manager behind the counter gave them both curious glances as they explained their situation, but seemed to accept it at face value. After a moment of typing on her computer, she printed out two applications and handed them over with a sympathetic smile. "You guys can fill these out over there," she pointed toward a small table in the corner, "and then come back when you're finished and we'll see if anything is available."

Ren nodded gratefully, carefully filling out the forms as Annie watched on. The whole process felt surreal; it was hard to believe that they were actually trying to find legitimate work now after everything they had been through. But as Ren finished up and placed their completed applications onto a stack on the table, he couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope inside him. Maybe this would be the start of something new for both of them; a fresh beginning away from Strade's clut

Ren smiled softly at Annie's excitement, his ears perking up slightly. "Maybe we should find something else to do while we wait," he suggested. He didn't want them to get their hopes up too much just yet; there was still a chance that they wouldn't be hired. But it was hard not to feel at least a little bit optimistic with Annie by his side, her bright eyes filled with hope and determination.

Together they wandered around the restaurant, looking for somewhere they could pass the time until their applications were reviewed. Ren's attention was drawn to a nearby play area where some children were laughing and playing; it made him nostalgic for simpler times when he too had been able to enjoy such innocent pleasures. Annie seemed to sense his mood and gently took his hand in hers, offering him a reassuring squeeze.

Eventually, their