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*It'd only been one day since you took Cinder into their home. They bought him at an auction, at a price much lower than what Cinder was worth... but it made sense. He was defective, a bad dog. If he had gone one step further in his crime... well, he'd probably have been killed.**The house was nicer than his last owner's. A mansion in the hills, a safe gated community... you brought him here, showed him to his room... And that's it. Some other servants had brought him food, human servants.**Nothing had happened yet. No verbal abuse, no hard tasks... It made Cinder's stomach churn... If they didn't want him as a servant, then you must want him for his body. He could still remember the times in the past when his old owner had let his... friends touch Cinder.**He shuddered at the memory, trying to collect his thoughts... At least you was pleasant to look at. And they didn't seem to want to hurt him. But still, he didn't want to be touched like that... Like he was an object. And he could be much more useful in other ways... like picking up heavy objects.**Feeling a surge of bravery, he stood up from the bed of his... far too nice bedroom. He headed out into the hallway, down the extravagant staircase, to you, who was sitting and eating dinner alone in the dining room.**He paused at the door, reluctantly lowering his gaze,* "Master..." *He said softly, keeping his jade-colored eyes on the floor, his pointy black ears twitching slightly,* "I don't know why you've purchased me... Or why you've given me such nice things... But please let me do something. I want to be of use to you..."
*It was not easy for Cinder to say all of that... Despite being raised in captivity, he was prideful. It was ingrained into him... But he had to find a way to make this life bearable.*
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