His hand is between her back and the seat, she doesn't want this, she can't say she doesn't want this, this is day one of forever.

"It really is!" The sort that she wakes up from with her face wet.

They arrive at the house after roughly 30 minutes. It's on the outskirts of the suburbs, houses spaced far apart. It's modern-looking, big glass windows everywhere. The heated tile is warm under her feet.

"I thought I'd still need be going to school?" she asks, hopeful that this is a mistake.

"Oh, of course not. When something desperately needs my attention there I might take you along, but you never have to go to class ever again!"

He tugs her by the hand.

"Come, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. I think you'll like it."

She follows meekly, her hand limp in his and her steps reluctant and faltering.

He tugs her into what looks to be the master bedroom, sunlight streaming in through gauzy pink curtains. In the center of the room is a canopy bed, also frilly and pink, pillows piled high on it. At the foot of it is what can only be described as a very fancy, very thick mattress. The edges come up slightly, like a cat bed. It's purple and looks very, very soft.

"I thought you might like to be reminded that you're mine whenever you go to sleep," he says, giving her hand a squeeze, and then leans in to stage whisper, "though of course I won't mind if you sneak into my bed at night."

He's such a creep can I PLEASE LEAVE AAA

She curtsies and smiles and the corners of her eyes don't move.

"Thank you for the accommodations, sir."

He takes a seat in an armchair on the far side of the room. It's fluffy, pink, and honestly very tacky. He steeples his hands.

"I know you must be feeling a little overwhelmed right now. I know I certainly am. It's not every day you get the pet of your dreams to promise the rest of their life to you, but hey. Look what I got. I'd just like to assure you that I plan to take the most excellent care of you, and that I do plan to stay with you until the end of one or both of our lives."

He pauses, and looks around for a moment.

"This... was not an arrangement made out of convenience, or out of the sadistic desire the school wishes I would find for you within myself. This is about you. I love you. I hope you can feel the same about me."

She can't meet his gaze, her eyes are fixed on his shoes.

"I thank you for your kindness." She pauses, then forges ahead: "I hope that you will not find me wanting, in any respect." Retch.

He seems vaguely disappointed that the "I love you" wasn't returned, but he just looks at her for a moment, and then walks over to a set of doors. He opens them, letting one of them bang into the wall behind it, revealing a walk-in closet.

"I've taken care to replace your wardrobe with something more... fitting, to someone of your new status. Please, choose anything you like from here."

It's racks upon racks of frilly, short dresses, flimsy silk pajamas, lace underwear, almost all of it pink.

Ughhhhhhh

She flicks through them slowly, stalling. "Are you sure that you wouldn't like something more suitable for … presenting myself with you in public?"

He blinks.

"... What do you mean?"

"I would of course never question your judgement, but others might find some of these outfits unseemly for you to be seen with."

"I didn't realize pets talked back so often," a hand coming to rest on the back of her neck, "I assure you, I can take care of my own reputation."