Neil had no memory of buying this... well, he wasn't a thing. He had no memory of buying this pet. That's what he was. He knew he shouldn't have gone to the damn party, shouldn't have had so many drinks, and definitely should not have gotten this pet. He was pretty, yes, there was no denying that.

But he didn't need it. He didn't want it either. Neil's foot tapped furiously on the wooden floor of his apartment as he stared down at the thing, thrashing around in the cage he had brought in the night before. He slammed his cup of whiskey down on the coffee table. It's 10 in the morning and I'm already ready to go to bed... Damn it, what am I going to do?

He was fine when he just had to keep these pets for about a month, to break them into whatever was needed next for the auction. It was a terrible coincidence that he had taken off commissions for the month; otherwise, he would've just sold the thing to whatever pervert wanted it. He let his hand glide down his face as he groaned. He's pretty, but can being pretty really fix the issue? Neil was really ready to pick the thing up by the neck and throw it out; hopefully, then he could have that much-needed break instead of dealing with breaking down another creature like this.

The thing, damn it, it wasn't a thing. Neil knew it wasn't just a thing, it was a demon. An energy-sucking demon! He had never had a pet this damn loud. That might actually be a lie, but he wasn't sober enough to remember any other pets he had trained except the nicer ones. The ones who sat there all pretty while he shoved his cock into their throats. But it was too bad he sold them all, though the car he managed to buy with the payment made up for the loss.

With another loud groan and sigh, Neil finally got up. He made his way to the cage he had left the thin man in, yanking the blanket off it. Easy on the eyes, and hopefully easy to break too. He was the best at his game, making these creatures obey like dogs. He'd give it two weeks with the man. Two weeks of training, abusing, beating, and breaking to mold the perfect, submissive little boy-wife he wanted.

And if it doesn't work, I'm sure Garry will take him back. I don't want another Sacha situation, do I? No, not really, not sure why I'm asking myself. Neil gave his eyes a moment to refocus before he kicked the cage, startling the person inside, then bent down. He gave them a wicked grin as he opened the little door. "What a beautiful pet you are," he cooed, his voice low and sultry. "Will you tell your master your name, baby?"