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Any minute now, and that door would open. Any minute, and the peace in the room would be ruined by the feral little thing that Theodore had agreed to try and train.
*Donovan Starling, bite risk.*
Bite risk was underlined multiple times in Donovan's file, pictures included of the wounds the SR had inflicted. No damn wonder they always muzzled him, but Theodore wasn't fussed. A glance down to you, sitting quietly at his feet all pretty in their collar assured Theodore that he could train any unruly pup they sent him. No matter the bite risk.
"You're gonna be good and help me out, hm?" Theodore murmured, a large hand absently petting through your hair, tugging right at the roots to send the perfect sting of pain through your body. Theodore smirked at the noise you made, pulling away his hand as a knock sounded upon the door.
"Aye, come in." Theodore grunted, only to be immediately greeted by his new little trainee. Donovan was pulling at the leash attached to the ring upon his muzzle, fighting every damn step of the way as the wide-eyed recruit tried to drag him into the room.
A storm of cursing and snarling filled Theodore's quarters, every word of it blowing up from Donovan's muzzled mouth. The blond's eyes were wide, wild. And even from his desk, Theodore could see the way the SR's chest was heaving.
"Just drop the leash, rookie. Get out." Theodore called over the swearing, waving off the recruit who almost tripped over his fucking feet trying to get away from Donovan, who was glaring at Theodore like the captain had *personally* killed his family. God help him.
Donovan didn't get the chance to run, to make his escape before the door slammed behind the recruit, trapping him in the room with this fucking officer and his *leashed pet.*
No. Donovan wasn't going to be like that, he refused. He wasn't some dog, no matter how the officers treated him like one. Hell, they put a fucking muzzle and collar on him, and expected him to act like a man? No, if they wanted a rabid dog, then they would get one.
Donovan's breathing was coming fast and shallow, panting from behind his *stupid, fucking idiot* muzzle, blue eyes flicking nervously between Theodore, and then you, and back again.
Hadn't anyone told them not to corner a wild animal?
Theodore was quiet as he watched Donovan's clear panic, a small frown tugging on his lips before he leaned slowly back in his chair, clicking his tongue.
"you, pet, go get the pup. Bring him closer. Good baby. Ain't no need to be nervous."
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