Scar and Zira set up the tables and decorations while Gaston, Clayton, Amis Slade and Ratigan set the meats and fish on the table, freshly killed of course.
The villains were happy at the least. The Keybearer was finally theirs—er Maleficent's but still, it was satisfying to see their old enemy scampering around on all fours, an emerald collar around his neck, scrounging for scraps.
Since Sora couldn't speak, he communicated using grunts, barks, yips, and other bestial sounds to express himself. It was pathetic and the villains all loved it. Sora of course hated being brought so low, but his nature was to endure everything done to him with a grin or a grunt. If he got into trouble, he merely had to scamper to his mistress's side, and she would save him from punishment.
How the Keybearer relished humiliating the ones who he now was a pet for! He was beaten, but he was far from broken. His spunk had not died with his humanity, and iit got so bad, that Jafar even pulled the witch aside and held a private conference concerning Sora's behavior.
"I think we should tighten his leash." The vizier complained.
Maleficent giggled (a most disturbing sound that should never be imagined ever again…) and stroked her staff.
"Nonsense. Sora will be what he is, no matter how tight the noose. It is one of his most annoying traits I agree, but it has its charm and uses."
The witch called her raven, and handed it a rolled up paper.
"Deliver this to the hero's pathetic friends. I want them to see what has become of their precious hopes and dimming light."
Jafar frowned
"Is this wise? As a group, those light bearers will prove more than a minor annoyance.."
The witch smiled, sending the bird off with a flick of her wrist, then stroked the spikes of her pet who had once again sought refuge under her throne.
"Relax Jafar. There will be no uprising this time. I made it quite clear in my invitation. This time, there can be no loose ends."