A/N: What's up guys? I still own nothing but my imagination, but that's okay 'cause things are finally looking up. Forgot to mention before, but this is gonna be in alternating POV's just like with Maybe Questions Aren't So Simple After All.
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2: Magnus
Alec's dressing when I wake up. I know I need to get up, but I ache all over.
"You're fine, Magnus. I'll get you up later," he assures me.
He keeps surprising me with his kindness. I don't know how long it will last, though. I don't know how long I have until he beats me or rapes me.
I don't go back to sleep. I'm afraid to.
The clock says eleven when he comes back to get me.
"How're you feeling?" he asks, sitting on the bed.
"I'm okay," I reply, staring at the sheets.
"I'm gonna take you to the vet and get you clothes, okay?"
"V-vet?"
The only time my last master mentioned the vet was to threaten having me put down or snipped.
"Just to make sure you're healthy. Magnus, why're you so freaked out?" he replies, holding out my collar.
I don't dare move as he fastens it. I don't wanna be choked.
"You aren't gonna have me put down? Or snipped?" I ask.
"No. Did Ragnor threaten to do that?" he replies, clipping my leash to the collar.
I nod cautiously.
He's nothing but kind in the vet's office. The last time I was in a vet's office was because I was nearly dead from being tortured.
"Magnus, did you go to school or anything?" he asks.
"Fifth grade. They said it was up to our master to provide an education after that," I reply, resting my chin on his knee.
"The paperwork wants to—Why does your sexual orientation matter to them?"
"I'm bi. We can get AIDS and STDS."
He blushes at my words. It's cute.
"When's the last time you had blood work?" he asks.
"I don't really remember. It's been a while," I reply.
"Okay."
He hands the clipboard back to the receptionist before coming back to me.
"Do you need to stretch your legs?" he asks.
I shake my head. I'm used to being in one position for a long time.
"After we get done here, we'll get you some clothes that actually fit," he informs me.
A vet tech comes to take us back to an exam room. I don't really recognize the guy.
"Magnus, strip for us and sit on the table. Mr. Lightwood, does he happen to bite?" the tech says.
"Doesn't he get a gown? Not that I know of," Alec replies.
He didn't seem bothered by it last night. Did I do something wrong? Do I disgust him? I wonder, chewing my lip worriedly.
"Pets don't get gowns. There's a ring on the wall if you wanna tie him up so he doesn't wander off. The vet will be in shortly," the tech informs us shortly, leaving.
"Did I do something wrong?" I whisper, gazing up at Alec.
His bright blue eyes widen in surprise.
"No. Of course not, Magnus. It's normal for people to get gowns when they go to doctors, so I assumed you would get one too," he replies.
"I've only been in a doctor office once."
"Really? Why?"
"I bit my last owner."
"What happened that made you do that?"
I look down uncomfortably.
"He had been even worse to me than usual, and I snapped and bit him. And then he tortured me really bad as punishment," I mumble.
I'm scared he'll buy a muzzle. Or hurt me.
He touches my forearm gently. I jerk fearfully at the contact. I hate being touched.
"Magnus, I don't blame you. I blame him. You were trying to defend yourself," he murmurs gently.
"Thank you for not being angry with me," I tell him.
"I wouldn't be mad at you for something like that."
He moves his hand when the vet comes in. The man doesn't look familiar either.
"To start things off, how old is Magnus?" he asks.
"Eighteen," Alec replies.
I flinch when the vet touches me.
"Magnus, it's okay. He's not gonna hurt you," Alec soothes gently.
"Was Magnus abused?" the vet asks.
"Badly, yes."
The vet's not gentle with me. I don't like it at all.
Alec's quick to apologize outside the office. I don't understand why he cares so much. So what the vet hurt me and made me yowl? I've had worse.
"Are all vets that bad?" he asks.
"The last one was worse. I was tied in a corner and sprayed with cold water because I needed a bath. I was there 'cause my last owner almost killed me," I reply.
"Like with a hose? What made them think that was a good idea?"
"Yeah. They don't think we have feelings."
"But you do."
I look up in surprise at his words.
"Thank you. Most people aren't as nice," I mumble.
"Where'd you grow up?" he asks, leading me inside a clothing store for pets.
"At a breeder. I, um, I was a mistake. My mother was raped. The breeders blamed me for it. That's why I was sold so young."
"That wasn't your fault. Were they as horrible to you as your last owner?"
"Not as bad. I was raised to be a sex pet, though."
"Meaning?"
"I grew up learning how to pleasure people. And to let them use me whenever they wish."
"You were molested. All because someone raped your mom?"
I nod.
"I'm sorry, Magnus," he tells me.
My brow crinkles in confusion. Why's he apologizing for what happened? It's normal. Right?
"Alec, h-how do you want me to dress?" I ask.
"However you want," he replies.
Three hours later, we're back at his home. He's in a very good mood.
"I have school tomorrow so you'll be by yourself for a while," he informs me, placing the bags of clothing in his room.
"Okay. What should I do while you're gone?" I ask.
"Whatever you want."
I follow him back into the living room when we're done putting away my clothes. A blond boy is lounging on the couch. I don't know who he is.
"Hey, Alec. That's your pet? He looks like a stuffed animal that got chewed up by lawnmower," he remarks.
I pin my ears back in response. I already know I'm worthless.
"Jace! Be nice!" Alec retorts.
"I'm just being honest," the blond replies, smirking.
"No, you were being mean."
"Pets don't have feelings."
"Yes, they do. Otherwise he wouldn't have put his ears back when you insulted him."
Alec doesn't look happy. I'm unsure if he plans on punishing me for it later or not. I hope he doesn't. But, if he decides I deserve punishment, I know it's true.