#izaak doesn't deserve this

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👉🏻👈🏻 what if ronan gave henley some sweets 👉🏻👈🏻 as a lil treat 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

🥺👉👈 yes yes yes yes! The boy gets sweets.

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"Close your eyes. I want you to open your mouth and stick your tonuge out for me, Henley."

There's no doubt in his mind it's going to be something utterly horrific - vile beyond belief. Something that should never grace the human tongue. It's not a far-fetched fear to worry that battery acid is about to be poured into his mouth.

His throat already closes up, his tongue swollen thick, curling in his mouth preparing to retch violently.

Henley complies, forcing his eyes shut, allowing himself to be oblivious and vulnerable to whatever Ronan has in store for him. He laces his fingers behind his back, squeezing his fists tight to displace the fear, withhold the urge to flee. Tongue sticking out.

Ronan presses something against Henley's tongue, and then lightly taps the underside of his jaw, signalling him to close his mouth. His mouth snaps shut, trapping whatevers in his mouth. It fizzes against his tastebuds, he winces at the weird sensation, eyes still screwed shut.

But then he tastes it - sugar... it's sweet. Melting on his tongue, he sucks on the sweet. The flavour of raspberries dancing on his tongue.

And he shouldn't tear up at this. He's trying not to. But he's missed it - sweetness. There's not many sweet things left in his life, this feels like Christmas come early.

A pet's diet doesn't consist of many luxuries. Henley's lucky to get some stale bread, bland meat, hard vegetables - enough to get by.

So his eyes pop open to stare into Ronan's soul in pure perplexion.

"Sweets," Ronan smiles, rustling the bag in the air, chucking them over to Henley as he rushes to catch them before they plummet and spill on the floor, "Yours. All yours."

Henley swallows, sad that the sweet is gone but elated when he remembers he's holding the bag with more in his own hands. And Ronan's just gave him permission to delve in.

"A-All mine?"

"That's what I said, isn't it? You deserve a treat, little one. Do you not like sweets?" Ronan quirks his head, raising a questioning brow.

"No, I - I love sweets. These ones are my favourite..."

Forever guilty of having the sweetest tooth. He stares in awe and excitement at the packet in his hands, he could almost squeal with joy and jump on the spot.

This is what good behaviour gets you. Izaak can berate him for signing his dignity and choice away, being the good little pet all he likes. But where's his sweets? Where's his rewards and constant praise?

"Eat them all at once, or stash 'em away like you're a little squirrel hoarding for winter and ration them. But they're yours, don't let Izaak see them, hey?" Ronan strolls towards the pet, running the backs of his knuckles down Henley's cheek as he hums in contentment, leaning receptively into the soft touch. Clutching the bag of sweets in both his hands, held towards his chest.

He's going to ration them, he decides. A sweet or two a day, so he can have something to look forward to morning and night. When he's being hurt, at least he can think about how he can have something nice to pick him up after. He can curb his cravings for as long as the sweets hold out.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." Henley beams, already digging in to grab another one out and popping it back on his tongue. Smiling up at his owner. Ronan ruffles his hair, spinning him back around to face the basement door.

"Good boy. Back downstairs with you please, pet. Enjoy your treat."

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for ronan (about both whumpees): 🏷️🚪🏃

for izaak: 👕🐶🚪🏃🤔

From this ask game!

Ronan:

🏷️ - Does your Whumpee have any markings that make it clear who they belong to?

"Well, I found that abhorrent brand on Henley's chest that I'm not best pleased about. That's not staying, I'm getting rid of it. Another man's mark on my property is absurd. He'll bare my mark soon enough; my family crest. Izaak too. They're my property.

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"Do they really need any? Deserve any, even? They get the door locked, left alone for however long I'm sleeping at night and that's it, if they want their precious privacy. I watch the security footage in the morning to make sure no dodgy shit or scheming has been going on...I guess even then that's not privacy, is it?

Can't be too careful at the end of the day. They'll only abuse too much freedom and trust."

🏃 - What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they’ve already tried?

"The key is to corrupt their thinking and make them believe that in some warped way... what you're offering them in captivity is an immeasurable gift. In comparison to what you could do.

And that's why if either of the little brats tried to escape, I'd send them to the brink of death. I don't even want to hear the pleas for mercy or to spare their life, I just want to know that they nearly went there - they nearly reached the other side for a brief moment. Drag that fear out of them where only that clouds their judgement and they couldn't fathom ever doing it again. Because staying means less pain."

Izaak's answers below :)

Izaak

👕- Is your Whumpee only allowed to wear what you choose? If so, what do you normally choose?

"He gets what he's given and he doesn't get to complain. Some owners would leave him with nothing. I won't splash out unnecessary money on a pet, he gets hand me downs and old clothes I'd bin otherwise. They're mostly torn apart, ripped and too big for him but he's got clothes at least.

I don't really allow him to wear tops or jumpers unless it's freezing cold. I find it gets in the way if he needs to be punished. Easier to have quick access to him."

🐶- Do you use a collar and/or some kind of leash on your Whumpee? Why or why not? (I'm answering this one from current Izaak perspective <3)

"He was my pet. Of fucking course he had a collar and leash. It was a thick, black leather collar with a large D ring on the front, and the leash was just to either keep him in place or drag him where I wanted to take him. None of that electric shock stuff, that's cowardly. Owners that use those are amateurs, can't even train their pets without some little device doing all their work for them.

I'd like to point out he cried like a bitch and tried to put his collar back on when I was prepping him ready for Ronan to collect. Heartbroken that I was taking it away from him."

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"The teeniest bit. I don't wanna see him change, or clean, or any other grody crap. I leave him to his own business for that, I'm not his carer or his babysitter.

Other than that, I do watch him like a hawk. He won't try anything, I'm certain. He's well past that shit but... I won't let my guard down enough to give him the opportunity".

🏃- What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they've already tried?

"He has tried. And failed. Back when he was still new and learning. I'm pretty sure he's got the scars to prove it, physical and mental. (A/N: Not gonna go too much into detail bc I may be delving into this for chapter three <3).

I promised him if he ever tried to run again, I'd paralyse him any whatever way I deemed fit. Whether I needed to break his legs, fuck around with his spine, dose him with paralytics. And I swore to him that I'd go after his family so even if by some miracle he made it? Where would he have to go back to... he'd be stuck."

🤔- How do you think your Whumpee really feels about you do you? Do you care?

"He's told me time and time again how he hates my guts, wants to see me keel over and die - blah blah blah. I couldn't give less of a shit. He's too scared to tell me that anymore and that's all that matters. As long as I've got myself a well-behaved pet, that's all I care about."

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I’m obsessed with Izaak so much actually. I want to put him in a jar and shake him. He’s such an asshole and so hypocritical of this whole thing and how it is The Same as what he did to Henley. God I hope he figures it out eventually and I hope it is the most painful thing in the world. I want to beat him with a baseball bat like he’s a piñata I’m so normal about this character.

Anyways I fell in love with this series and might be here as an anon for a while

-Teryi

AAHAHAH - I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I CACKLED AT THIS-

The shaking him in a jar, the baseball bat and pinata 🥰 yes yes yes 🥰 it's what he deserves!!! I will help shirnk him down for the jar!

I'm SO glad you're liking the series, that makes my heart so full! I can't wait for Izaak to get taken down a notch because he doesn't seem to be getting the memo atm.

And you're more than welcome to be anon here for a while! I look forward to seeing you around! 🥺💖