This is a companion piece to a story by Oflymondreams – Seven Stages. Together the two fics tell the story of How Greg Became A Slave in the CollarRedux universe. This story is told entirely from Greg's point of view.
If you haven't read Oflymondreams Seven Stages story would advise reading that first and then this one, we will be posting chapters in turn.
The whole story came originally from a concept by Illumim and the third chapter in this story was mostly written by them. Illumim also provided a beta for the story fixing up all those annoying tense changes and typos and provided feedback and encouragement throughout the writing process. Many thanks to them and their evil ideas :)
Thanks as always to Oflymondreams, both for the basic plot of this story and the creation of the totally intriguing CollarRedux universe :)
Warnings – Strong themes of sexual abuse, enslavement, non-con, strong language, humiliation and de-humanization. Pretty much all around House/Greg abuse. If that's your sort of thing please read on :) First two chapters are fairly tame (and short!) but gets nastier and longer from there.
If you enjoy the story would love to hear from you :)
Stage 1: Debt collection
When House gets the final letter from the Slave Administration he stares at it for a long time. He's managed to ignore the demands from the banks and various debt collection agencies, hoping that maybe the whole mess might go away. There is no ignoring this letter though, it's official, he is to report to the Slave Administration Centre this morning and sign away his freedom. Nothing can stop it now, he's a slave all except for the collar around his neck. Well, at least he won't have to turn up at the damn hospital today and face his boss's disapproving stare.
Finally he takes out his cigarette lighter and sets fire to the letter, watching it burn with a crooked smile on his face. Fuck going there and turning himself in like a sheep. He is going to go on one last binge before they get him. He takes one last look around his dump of an apartment and then leaves, he doesn't think he'll ever see it again, good riddance. He'll miss the piano though, he guesses that slaves probably don't have pianos.
He doesn't make any real effort to hide, there is nowhere for him to escape to. Instead he goes on a tour of strip shows and bars, at each one getting progressively drunker and drunker until he can barely wobble from one to the other.
When they eventually catch up to him he is barely conscious and far beyond caring what is happening. They pick him up off a bar stool, do something with the stuff in his pockets and steer him out the bar.
He is chucked in a cage in the back of a van, he groans as the steel mesh digs into his side, eyes the steel rings welded into the cage blearily and then falls asleep.
When hands start pulling at his body he feels a wave of nausea and foul vomit comes out of him, spraying everywhere. The men attached to the hands seem angry and there are shouts and someone is prodding him and kicking him, he doesn't care, they are annoying him so he closes his eyes and sleeps.