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Chosen was alone, in the dark... chest. Or whatever it was. To him, it didn't matter, but if he had to describe it, it was hell. He was usually in here for the majority of the day, but, when he was out.... it was either he'd be 'blocking' ads, or....
He'd be with... Tamer.
Well... he didn't know if that was even the guy's name. Not like he cared. He just kept saying, 'I'm your tamer, Animators command.' Or something. So he just called him... Tamer.
And Tamer sucked.
Literally so much.
Chosen sighed. If anything... this hell... this chest, was the best part of the day. It wasn't destroying pop-ups, or... getting flung around sometimes, or... the worst of all. Those... 'training sessions'.
He hated how easily Tamer got him to be so... submissive... it wasn't like he had a choice, but....
It still seemed pathetic, especially since he was first wreaking the Animator's territory.
Though, it wasn't entirely his idea for attacking Alan, the Animator. It just, felt like it was required.
Now he regretted it.
A lot.
Because the Animator doesn't listen to him, or reason with him. He's just a stick figure. A mere puppet to play around with, and...
Just his stupid, pop-up adblocker.
He felt his body trembling slightly as he waited for something to happen.
He could never relax... without having to worry for the inevitable...
He might as well get a little sleep. Though he doesn't know what night or day is.
A little while later, he woke up, his stomach growling. He wondered how long he's been in here. Honestly, he was anticipating for something to happen. Though in the end, he'll be begging to be back here, back in this empty... confined... Heaven-hell.
Sometimes, when he was hungry, he'd summon ice from his fists when his powers were enabled, and just chew on those. It was absolutely boring and disgusting. But it had to do. Though he also would take some strewn letters around the place when with Alan. And relish those. Although they never last.
He didn't know they were full sentences that Alan wrote himself. So easily summoned, such delicious food, good food to Chosen. That is only a simple pixel to the Animator.
He suddenly was slammed harshly into the ground.
Oh...
It was time.
He didnt know if this was exciting, dreadful or... both.
No. It wasn't exciting in the slightest. He just wanted something to eat.
He got to his feet and began stretching his limbs, before looking around frantically for stray letters,
He didn't realize how disturbingly desperate he was for food. For any kind of nourishment.
But... Tamer sure did.
"SIT. DOWN. NOW."
A painfully familiar voice boomed out to Chosen's nonexistent ears.
Immediately, he stopped in his tracks, but didn't sit down like asked, instead looking around for the sound, and spotting Tamer.
Welp.... here we go.
"Brought something?" Chosen asks hesitantly. "I'll be extra, EXTRA obedient today if you have," He said, crossing his arms with stubbornness.
Tamer had narrowed his eyes into slits, looking a little angrier than usual.
No, he just always looked so done with everything.
But... maybe Chosen had messed up? Yeah. He definitely did. But, not like it mattered, the tamer barely really hurt him!
Yet.
He knew the threat the tamer had told him.
Disobedience or stubbornness, lying, or trying to fight, would lead to severe consequences.
He then took a deep breath, realizing his powers were currently disabled.
Yeah. And now his tamer was glaring at him, probably charging up for a long lecture.
But... Tamer didn't even speak. Instead, he walked up close to Chosen, his face only so close to the slaves.
"I'm. Your. Tamer. Not. Your CHEF." His voice rose with the last word he spoke, before grabbing Chosen by the neck and pinning him down to the floor, forcibly pushing him to his knees.
Tamer then grabbed something from behind his back.
A collar.
Like the one his tamer had, but... it had a chain like his ball chain did.
Chosen felt his heart sink.
Was that... a shock collar?
HE WASN'T AN ANIMAL.
The tamer forcibly grabbed Chosen by the neck and strapped the collar in place. It beeped. A shock surged through his body and he went stiff.
He twitched and stared at his tamer with shock.
"I outta-..!" Before he could finish, he was shocked again.
The tamer had a controller! Oh for good heavens!
Tamer lifted Chosen up off the floor by the chain around the collar and lifted him up to his feet.
"Now. We will begin our lesson. But. Before we do, I will inform you that this one will be longer than usual, due to the lack of obedience." His voice was deep with authority.
It was so painful to listen to.
Chosen then felt the tamers words sink in.
Longer?
No... he didn't like his lessons. But now... he had to endure it for longer.
"Alright. We will begin now." Tamer said, turning Chosen around, and tying his chain to the wall.
"No noises, or the lesson will be longer, you should know that by now, I won't repeat this again." He said, making sure Chosen was in place.
He then grabbed a long chain from somewhere, Chosen wouldn't know where. He let out a trembling gasp.
No... not a chain... not a chain... he was usually whipped with a whip, not a... not a CHAIN!
He waits for the inevitable, his body tensing with raw fear.