Pet - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

I miss the sun. I miss the warmth. It’s constantly air conditioned in this place. It’s like a constant torture since all the walls are high glass, that gives me the perfect view of the beautiful scenery around me. That I’ll never be able to touch. I constantly stand in front of the areas Remus walks into, and the door never disappears for me.

“Step away from the glass, Iris.” My excitement immediately fizzles out as Remus steps into the room. He never allows me at the glass. I turn around to look at him, and he’s focused on something in his hand.

Even when he’s around the house he wears his fancy clothes with his colors of nobility. He takes a seat on the couch. I turn back to the glass, looking at the scenery below. My longing and despair growing by the second.

“Iris.” Remus's voice comes out like a whip, and I tense from his tone, slowly backing away from the glass. I look up as I walk, and make my way to where Remus is seated. He’s still focusing on whatever is in his hands. I gaze at it in confusion. Symbols and numbers are moving across the screen, and I can’t understand them in the slightest.

“Curiosity killed the Cat,” Remus murmurs. He looks up at me with those captivating irises, and I immediately look away.

“You have an issue with following directions.” I keep my eyes trained down but I don’t miss the unmistakable sound of him rising from his seat. I close my eyes as a chill runs through me the moment he touches his fingers to my face.

“You’re not in the slightest fit to be my pet.” He seems to mull it over for a second before speaking again.

“Actually, you’re not fit to be anyone’s pet.” His fingers run through my hair, as he studies me.

“You’re nothing but a wild mongrel.” His fingers tighten around my jaw.

“When I say to come away from the glass, does that mean to linger until you feel like moving? No. That means to come away from the glass. Why is that so hard for you to grasp?” He asks.

“I think, it’s time to train you how to be a true pet of a king," he growls.

He’s taking me somewhere. I look out the windows of the metal machine we’re in. The world is flying by me so quickly, I can’t even take it in. I move my gaze to Remus and his gaze is focused on the scenery in front of him.

I look down at my hands in my lap as crushing fear envelopes me. Where could he possibly be taking me now? He sounded as if he really was irritated with me for not being good enough to be his pet. Was he going to punish me?

I look back at him, and he’s emotionless, like always. I can never tell what he’s thinking, or even what mood he’s in because he never lets it show. If he didn’t speak his mind all the time, I’d never know when he is “pleased”.

My stomach drops as we descend out of the sky I’m assuming. I’ve only ever seen airplanes when I was little fly through the sky, and when it was done they were at high altitudes. Yet Remus shows up with this car-like machine that floats above the ground, not as high as an airplane, but still pretty far from the ground.

I remember as a child watching news specials when people were trying to invent the flying car. For some reason, it could never be done, but his race seems to have perfected it.

“How did you make this possible?” I ask as I stare out the windshield at the clouds passing by. I look over to Remus. I don’t expect him to answer, seeing as he seems to be irritated with me, but to my complete surprise, he does.

“We learned to sail on light," he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious answer out there. I keep looking at him in confusion, and he finally launches into an explanation.

“We learned eons ago, that to keep moving forward and conserve our planet, we had to learn how to use our resources. All of them. Where your people built ships to sail the seas, we built ships to sail on light. Where your people focused on manipulating physical objects in mass and volume, to their bidding, we manipulate matter.”

He can’t be serious. The things he speaks of sound like fantasy. Sailing on light? Manipulating matter? But he doesn’t crack a smile as he speaks, so he must be serious.

“Light is nothing more than a plane. Our ships can take that light, and travel on it, taking us where we want in a matter of weeks, days, even hours depending on how far the stretch is.”

I take in what he says with an open mind. He wasn’t lying when he said he feeds off of my life, so why would he be lying now? The thought of him feeding from me sends an involuntarily shiver through me. I hate the feeling, I hate it when he does it, I hate what it entails. Which reminds me.

“Why aren’t I dead yet,” I ask. Now he turns his head to gaze at me.

“Because I don’t wish for you to be dead yet," he says simply. I shake my head.

“No, I mean.. you take my life away each time you feed.. so how much longer do I have to live?” He smiles. The corner of his lip turns up slightly, and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“The pink liquid you drink daily. It keeps you as youthful as you were yesterday or last month. Which gives me plenty of room for feeding," he says. That must be why I feel so energized and refreshed when I drink it.

“What’s in it?” I ask. Now he frowns.

“I think you’re getting too bold on questions, pet.” I immediately shut my mouth, and go back to my brooding. But my mind keeps wandering to him and his race. Call me crazy, but even though he’s the way he is, I want to know more about his race as a whole. How did they get here? Why is he so different than them? How did they come to even discover the Earth? And why did we never discover them if they’ve always been out there? But most importantly, why were they still here? The way Remus talks about us, he hates our planet as well as the people. And if he’s some kind of nobility, why would he stay on the “most primitive” races that he has conquered planet?

I know I shouldn’t, but he’s taking me somewhere because of my behavior earlier anyway, so I won’t be any worse off than i am now. So I ask.

“Why are you here?” Silence stretches over us.

“Tell me something, Iris. Do you like your tongue?” The question is so random, I blink and stutter my response almost immediately.

“Uh... yes..?”

“Then stop asking questions. Or you will cease to have one," he growls. I swallow, my mouth suddenly going dry, and nod my head, looking down at my lap.

The rest of the ride is silent, and each time I feel the slight drop of our altitude, I get more and more nervous in the pit of my stomach.

We land, and Remus turns to me.

“If you try and run, I will cut off your legs and feed them to my guests at the next banquet. Do I make myself clear?” He eyes me so intensely, and I can see the excitement in his eyes. He wants me to defy him. To challenge him so he can prove to me just how serious he is. I take in a shaky breath and nod my head slowly.

My eyes travel up to the looming building in front of me. It’s just one massive building. There are no fences, no guards, just the building and the long driveway that leads into it.

I shiver as a gust of wind crashes over me. This was not what I was hoping for when I set foot outdoors again. Remus walks in front of me, his looming figure intimidating as hell. He’s once again wearing all white, including his cape that reaches his feet, covering his entire body. And today his hair isn’t in a ponytail like I’m used to. He actually looks like a supermodel as he walks and the wind blows. It makes me angry.

Just like at his home, the opening dissolves upon his approach, and we step into the building.

I immediately gasp upon entrance and turn to run towards the wall, but Remus grabs me quickly, holding me in place. There are cages against the walls, and people are in them. Some are dressed in lingerie, some are men in barely anything. The walls are black, and the floor is a plush red carpet. I can only take a wild guess as to what this place is.

Remus has a tight hold of my arms, so I can only squirm frantically in his grasp as he pulls me forward. My eyes travel to the woman in her cage. Her arms are cuffed against the bars as she looks at us. She even winks at me and licks her lips suggestively.

“No!” I half scream. I barely get a sound out before Remus squeezes tightly, causing me to immediately shut up.

“Your highness, what an honor it is to have you in my presence.” A beautiful woman is walking towards us, in high stilettos and a very tight dress that accentuates her body perfectly. She’s tall and lean, and her breasts aren’t too large. Her hair is a shiny, dark brown color and I immediately look at her eyes, but they’re black. As soon as she reaches us, she bows excessively to Remus. He murmurs something in his language, and she stands back up, tall and proud. And extremely excited to be in Remus’ presence.

“To what do owe this visit?” she asks in a sultry voice. She completely acts as if I’m not here.

“I’ve taken a pet. I want you to train her," he says. Now her eyes cut to me, and her face twists in disgust.

“Why, I don’t think you’ve ever taken a pet before, from any planet. Why the sudden change of heart?" she asks. She tries to keep the irritation out of her voice, but I can hear it. She genuinely wants to know. Remus doesn’t respond. And she takes the hint.

She turns away, walking towards a long hall, and Remus forces me to follow. But I refuse to go down without a fight. I begin struggling with all my might, digging my heels into the floor, and dropping my body suddenly. But it does nothing for me. But I do manage to piss Remus off. He jerks me up, and smashes me into the nearest cage. The loud rattle echoes and I hear the gasps around me. Remus looks pissed.

He pulls something out of his pocket, and I feel something latch around my neck just as I feel it dig into my skin. It feels like a thousand tiny needles are pricking at the top layer of my flesh, and simultaneously, my muscles tense up, hard. Then everything turns to mush.

I stand in place, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Remus is standing in front of me with a blank gaze watching me closely. He bends and reaches towards my throat, lightly tracing the collar he put there.

“This is an inhibitor.” My heart stops, and suddenly it all comes together. Why I can’t move.

“Don’t worry. Your thoughts are still your own. But you can’t disobey me. I’m connected to your entire nervous system now.” He’s right. I can’t move my muscles an inch. He smiles. It’s cruel.

“You can speak." He holds a silver dot in front of him, and I realize it’s the piece that attaches to the temple.

“You still have free reign of what you say. You’re still conscious of the world around you unless I put this on you.” He holds up the dot.

“Go ahead, say something,” he mocks. I open my mouth, my anger rising at his mocking tone and smug face.

“You, are nothing but a pile of sh-” My body drops. Against my will, and I’m bowing. No matter how I struggle, I can’t move a muscle. Remus laughs.

“Come. There is much to see.”

The woman is giving us a tour of my new prison. It’s horrible. There are rooms built for sex. Rooms built for pain. Rooms built for pleasure, rooms for torture. People are screaming at me as I pass by the different cells. Some beg for mercy, while others beg for freedom. Some even cry out for death.

Some are being whipped, some are being skinned, some are being forced to submit. All the while I can hear Remus walking closely behind me, not phased in the slightest at the horrors around us.

“And this is where your lovely pet will reside.” The woman sings out. My heart drops. It’s a cell. With no bed. And there are cuffs in the room. The floor is concrete.

“We will discuss the particulars of her stay here,” Remus says looking around.

“For now, leave us.” The woman bows and leaves immediately. Remus walks over to me and pulls the inhibitor off. But I don’t dare move. I’m rooted to the spot. And Remus takes notice.

“I see you’re much more behaved now," he says, but he’s mocking me. His gaze travels up and down my body, and he reaches out pushing my hair behind my ear.

“You’re here because you don’t know how to behave. You’re also here because you don’t know the first thing about being the pet of a king, let alone anyone else. Leeta will train you to be fit for me.”

I stare at him in shock. He can’t be serious. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out something I’ve been missing since I arrived at his home. My necklace. His eyes begin to twinkle in excitement and he knows he has me. He clips open the locket, revealing my family.

“Such a quaint little family," he says as he studies them. He looks back at me. I try and hold my ground, and pretend that I’m not bothered, but he sees right through me.

“If you do not take this experience back when I return for you, you will never see this necklace again. Am I understood, Iris?” He asks.

“Yes,” I whisper. He studies me for a moment longer, then finally stands to his full height.

“I will see you when I return," he says heading for the doorway of the cell. I finally come to my senses and open my mouth.

“Wait! Remus, please. Please, I promise I’ll behave.” I’m directly behind him, and his footsteps stop as he listens.

“I’ll be good, I’ll do what you want, please don’t leave me here," I sniffle. He stands with his back to me. I feel a little hope blooming up inside of me, while he stands there as if he’s mulling over my words. He turns slightly, and I don’t miss the mistakable sound of his light laugh before he continues his walk and the cell door slams behind him.

I run to the bars, grasping them and pulling with all my might, and scream as I watch Remus’ retreating form.

“Please! Please!” I scream, but my screams blend in with that of everyone else’s in the room.

I don’t know how long I sit here shaking in this cold, dank, cell. But as soon as I hear the unmistakable click of heels against the cold floor, my nerves are frying themselves to the root.

The sound of her heels stops, and I know she’s in front of my cell. She clicks her tongue and opens the cell.

“I will never understand why the phaedra chose something like you to be his servus," she hisses. She takes quick steps towards me, snatching me up with one hand, I cry out in shock. She’s raising me off the ground completely, eyeing me in disgust. My legs are dangling uselessly beneath me.

“There’s your first mistake. When I enter the room, you need to be kneeling, waiting for me. Not sitting around. Do you understand?” I nod my head immediately, followed by a striking pain on the side of my face. She slapped me.

“Yes, mistress," she hisses. She drops me, and I crumble to the floor in a frightened heap. I look up and she’s staring at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Our king has never taken a slave from any of the planets he has conquered, yet he chose one from the weakest planet we have ever encountered.” She sounds so angry. I stare at the stunning being in front of me, and for the first time since Remus rid me of it, I feel rebellion bubbling up within me. She and the rest of her race felt like they could just train us, to be “pets” for them and their disgusting needs.

I launch up from the ground, intent on slapping her right back across the face. Actually, my hand is balled up in a fist, and I aim for her cheek. She snatches my hand, right in mid-air, and glares at me. And I glare back. She may be stronger than me, but I won’t show her that I am scared.

She twists my arm at an uncomfortable angle, and I cry out in pain, then she effortlessly tosses me across the room. I hear the unmistakable click of her heels against the floor as she comes towards me. I look up at her, giving her a smile.

“You can try all you want, but you will not break me," I hiss. She glares at me for a moment longer, then crosses her arms over her chest. Then she smiles.

“Oh, he was right. You are going to be fun.”

* * * * *

Pain. Everywhere is pain. I feel it when I breathe when I blink when I move an inch. I constantly find myself wondering if my pride is worth this. Another cough escapes me, and I taste the metallic taste of blood coming out of my mouth.

I fall on the ground in a heap, unable to hold myself up any longer. I tense as I hear the familiar cackle of the woman above me. I remember Remus calling her Leeta.

“Now, he did say not to leave any permanent damage, so tomorrow we’ll see what we can do about that attitude," she says. I feel my body being dragged through the cell and the cool steel as it cuffs around my wrists, locking me to the wall. I look up just in time to see her leaving the cell and closing the door behind her. I stare at the empty space in front of me, trying to imagine what I could have possibly done to deserve any of this. I feel all of my anger bubbling over, and open my mouth and scream. I scream and scream until my throat is raw. I scream until my voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, reverberating all of my rage towards this race of mongrels. I hate every last one of them. One day, we will rise from our bonds, and kill every last Leviathan there is.

I hear the sound of the cell door opening, and look up just in time to see someone that I’ve never seen before walking towards me. It’s a woman. She’s not human. I can tell from her perfect complexion and form. Even the way she moves is way too graceful to be human. Her hair is shoulder length, and straight as a board. And when I look into her eyes, they are black as well.

Her hand latches out, and she slaps me across the face hard. I cry out in shock, and I feel her fingers around my jaw.

“Never look your superiors in the eye," she hisses. She let go of my head, and I look down, still in shock over what just happened. She unlatches the cuffs, and I drop to the floor, before I know what’s even happening, she has my hair in her grasp, yanking me out of the room.

She drags me along the hall and as I look around me I can see all the other slaves staring at me in shock through their cells. I’m screaming, and clawing at her hands, but doing no real damage. We make it to some kind of room, and her hands are on me, yanking at my clothes. Once I’m completely naked, cold water is sprayed on me.

It’s not a soft spray either, I feel my body being catapulted backward from the force of the water, my skin feels like a thousand needles are prickling against it. I scream out in pain, placing my ha It’s not a soft spray either, I feel my body being catapulted backward from the force of the water, my skin feels like a thousand needles are prickling against it. I scream out in pain, placing my hands in front of me, trying to stop the pain, or even the force. But it’s not happening. Each time I open my mouth to scream, more water is forced down my throat until I’m choking on water.

I don’t know how long they spray me, but I feel my vision getting blurry from lack of oxygen. The pressure immediately stops, and I fall on my hands and knees, coughing up water, and gasping for breath. Then, my muscles tense as I hear the familiar clicking of heels against the cold floor. I don’t bother to look up and feel fingers threading through my hair, lifting me. I’m still coughing and trying to catch my breath, and when I open my eyes, I’m met with cruel, empty black ones.

“I see why he chose you. You have pride. Hope. Something we aim to destroy everywhere we go.” Her grip tightens, and her eyes narrow at me.

“And I will break you.”

My body is freezing cold. I am in excruciating pain. I’m hungry and miserable, and I know that all I have to do is keep quiet. But I muster all the strength, I can, opening my eyes and looking her in the eyes, I smile.

“Take your best shot.”

* * * * *

Group. That’s what she calls it. Group. She takes a group of us and publicly humiliates us in front of each other. She forces us to do things to each other and laughs at us in the process.

“When your master asks it of you, you give it without hesitation. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The room calls out in perfect harmony. She walks around all of us until she finds her newest victims. A girl, and a boy. I can’t stop the chill that runs up my spine. I hate this. I know that today is a day about sexual pleasure. My least favorite day. Because I am Remus’ she never forces me to participate. But I hate watching. I hate seeing the fear and embarrassment on other humans' faces. It disgusts me.

A loud cry brings me from my brooding. She’s whipping them. I flinch as blood splatters from the aftershock of the whip. She’s a relentless bitch. She feeds off our fear. This isn’t training. This is instilling. Fear. Pure, unfiltered fear.

In the time that I’ve been here, I’ve come to realize that fear is something their race feeds off of. And since we are the weaker beings they have ever encountered, they love feeding off of it from us.

“Please! Please!” I look up. The man is screaming in pain as she digs the sharp edge of her heel into his back.

“No no. There is no, please. There is only thank you, mistress. Go on. Say it. Say Thank you, mistress.”

She digs her heel deeper into his flesh until there is blood welling to the surface. He’s screaming in agony, and no one moves to help him. No one. I feel anger pulsating through my fingertips. I am not a coward.

Before I can think, I’m moving forward.

“Stop it!” I shout just as I ball up my fist, and smash it right across her face. She stumbles back, obviously caught off guard from my attack. My adrenaline is still pumping like crazy through my veins. So it takes me a moment to realize what I’ve done, and the severity of the situation. I hit her, in the middle of a session, in front of the other slaves.

A sharp pain explodes across my cheek, and the force of it sends me flying backward, losing my footing. I taste the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth, and before I can recover, she’s yanking me up by the shirt. I open my eyes for a split second before she rears her head back, and brings it forward, smashing it into my skull. Stars dot my vision, and I swear I hear a slight crack. The warm trickle of blood runs down the front of my face. But she’s not done with me yet.

She drops me and rears back kicking me in the stomach. On the first blow, I lose everything. My breath, and whatever food was in my system. I can’t even catch my breath. She hauls me up by my hair, throwing me into the wall. Stars explode across my vision, as my head collides with the wall. I hear a scream, and open my eyes to see her yanking on another innocent girl. She hauls her right in front of me, with a wicked smile on her face. There isn’t even a sign that I hit her. My eyes widen as I take in what she is about to do.

I don’t even get the chance to open my mouth before the sickening snap fills the room, and the girl's now lifeless body falls in front of me. Silence.

I don’t have the strength, or the breath to cry or do anything. So I can just stare.

“Let that be a lesson to the rest of you miserable lowlifes. Don’t be a fucking hero," she hisses.

* * * * *

Every day is worse than the last. Every day is a living hell. Every day, I have less of my flesh on my bones, whether it be from starvation or a simple whipping. Every day is hell. I don’t know how long I’ve even been here. Days, weeks, maybe even months. I just know that every time she thinks she’s going to break me, I prove her wrong at the very last second and she always brings me to the point of wishing for death before the night is over.

I’m a shivering mess in the corner of my cell. She took my clothes and any source of warmth that was in here. She does this to me daily. Takes everything, sprays me down with cold water, and leaves me here, miserable and cold. All because I won’t let her break me.

She may be evil. But she isn’t Remus. She can’t take my life by simply placing her lips over mine. She can’t hurt my friends as he can. She can’t hurt me like he can. I won’t give her the satisfaction of breaking me.

I know that Remus will be angry with me, upon his return, and I know I may never get my necklace back because I am being rebellious. But I’ll be damned if I give another one of these monsters any kind of control over me.

I hear the loud creaking of my cell, and my shivers begin to grow even more violent. I might have it in my head that she won’t break me, but that doesn’t mean that I’m brave. It doesn’t mean I don’t fear the familiar click of her heels as she comes towards me.

Fingers thread through my hair, jerking me up. I can feel some of my strands being pulled from the roots. I don’t have the strength or the energy to hold onto her hands or relieve the pressure. I can barely crack my eyes open.

I feel a sharp sting across my cheek. And another, and another. I feel the sharp sting until my face is numb, and I taste the blood in my mouth.

“You might think you are winning something, but you are only damming yourself.” She hisses. She drops me, and I hit the ground hard. I feel the hard knock of my hands and knees as they hit the cement floor.

I don’t even have the energy to cry out in pain. I just lay there. I feel the drape of fabric, and I’m roughly being jerked around until I have a robe over me. Her rough fingers dig into my cheek as she grabs onto my jaw, forcing me to meet her pitch black gaze.

“If you don’t be on your best behavior, I will make sure to break every one of your bones individually when you come back. Do you understand?” she hisses.

“Y....y....y...yes m....m...m... mistress,” I stutter out. She hauls me to my feet and drags me out of the room, taking me down the hall and into a really nice open area with a chair. My blood turns to ice in my bones, as my eyes land on the man that sent me here in the first place.

Remus has his back to us, but I’d recognize those pale strands anywhere. He’s gazing out the window, and upon our entrance, he turns to face us. I want to shrink back and hide from his gaze. Those bright purple irises follow our every move. His face is void of any emotion, but I don’t miss the slight downward tilt of the corner of his mouth when his eyes land on me.

I’m thrown into a chair and reach up to pull the corners of the robe closer to my freezing body. Remus’ gaze travels behind me and he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Leave us.” His voice comes out cold and like a whip. I hear the woman leave immediately, and the door closes. I keep my eyes trained down, but when I look up, Remus is staring down at me. I immediately remember the rules and am out of my seat to kneel, but my weak legs give out anyway, and I fall to the ground.

Even though I have this robe on, I’m shivering underneath. I hear Remus's footsteps coming towards me until he’s directly in front of me. I tense as I feel his hand closing around my arm, and he picks me up, sitting me back in the chair. I keep my gaze down. Silence.

“Look at me, Iris.” I hate that my body is betraying me so right now. I can’t stop my shivers, and tears are beginning to bloom. I’m miserable. But I reluctantly raise my gaze to meet his. He looks the same as he did the day he dropped me off, however long ago that was. Stunning and beautiful. Powerful and cold.

He studies me. Call me crazy, but he doesn’t look happy.

“Do you know how long it’s been?” he asks. I don’t have the energy to respond. it’s then that I realize I’m basically panting from the light shallow breaths that I am taking.

“It’s been a month," he says. I can’t even respond to that. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.

“You look worse than when I found you," he grumbles. He stands from his chair and snaps his fingers to someone. After a minute or two, I hear the click of heels. I automatically begin to shiver and cry. Remus takes notice. His eyes flash to me before his gaze moves back to her.

“I thought I told you, to train her.” He sounds angry. But his voice is so eerily calm, it sends chills down my spine.

“I did-”

“No. You starved her. And beat her.” Remus moves, grasping the woman by the throat and bringing her in close to his face. He looks ready to murder her. And she looks terrified.

“I thought we went over the particulars of her stay here. I do not like it when people touch what's mine. Especially to this extent,” he growls. Literally, as he stares her down, I can hear a deep growl emitting from his throat. It’s terrifying. The woman is clawing at his hands, and gasping for air.

“I left her here to be trained. Not starved. She looks worse than when I found her. I told you what was to happen and how you were to treat her. Why did you feel that you were above your king's orders.”

His grip tightens around her throat, and he stares at her for a minute longer before finally dropping her. She hits the ground hard gasping for breath, and immediately presses her forehead into the floor as she bows before him.

“Please forgive me, my priorities were mixed..” That’s all I hear before she begins muttering in their language. I don’t know what she’s saying, but Remus does. And he glares her down as if she’s an insect that he’s ready to squash.

“Vritan.” Remus says curtly. She tenses and slowly raises. Remus reaches out without hesitation, placing his finger on her throat, and she falls unconscious. She hits the floor with a loud thud. Remus steps over her body, not even looking back.

“Insolence. Disobedience. I will not tolerate," he says. I don’t know if he’s talking to me or not, but he makes his way towards me, reaching under my legs and gently picks me up from the couch. I hate to admit it, but his body is so warm, I close my eyes leaning into it.

I open them once more and look back at the mistress's body. A light gasp escapes me as I take notice of her face. Her eyes are open in shock. Her mouth is still slightly agape. She isn’t breathing. She’s dead. He killed her.

“You seem to cause trouble wherever you go. And I won’t be sending you away anymore. So as there is a small lag in business, I will have more time to focus on you.” He says. I look around and take notice that we are walking towards the exit. I don’t know whether or not to scream in joy or cry in fear.

“By the time I’m done with you, you will be the perfect pet, fit for the Lord of the Leviathins.”

It’s back into the grace of Remus’ terrifying reign.