(Warning cringey romance and violence ahead)

...but I don't feel anything. 

I lift it and when there’s absolutely no pain confusedly I unwrap the bloody bandage. I gawk as it’s healed, horrifically scarred, but healed nonetheless. ‘What are those shots made out of?!’ I run my fingers down the mark unconsciously wondering if the alien hadn’t cared about how badly he hurt me because he could just heal it. ‘Regeneration, and growth, I touch my arm, okay so I know what it was for now.’ I see clothes, strangely modern but all white with zippers to get into. I make a disgusted face. ‘Ugh, white looks awful on me and it makes my hair stand out so badly.’ 

Moving slowly I make my way to the side of the bed. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I let myself slip off, the fall isn’t too much higher than a normal clinic but my legs buckle immediately under my weight. Grabbing onto what I’m assuming is a table I wince expecting pain to hit me but it doesn’t. ‘Okay! This is going a little better than I assumed!’ It doesn’t take me long to unzip and pull on the clothes placed out for me. I flinch as the door opens suddenly. I zip up the white jacket, hurriedly with a flash of guilt. ‘I hope these were for me.’ 

I don’t recognize the yellow eyes and pointed white snout so I look away. The alien looks at the soiled sheets and the throw up on the mattress and sighs. 

“This is why we lock you disgusting creatures up in cells for your transformations.” 

“Transformations?” I echo curiously and the creature whirls on me hissing. 

“Don’t speak in my presence!” I look down quickly, frightened. It gets closer towering over me then pointing to my thigh snarls, “Didn’t you notice that you were healed.” I nod, keeping my head down whilst choking down a whimper. “Don’t move,” it orders with a I-hate-my-job sigh. It slices the pants leg off above where the bite started and removes the extra fabric. “Okay, follow me quickly.” I feel incredibly weird with only one short pants leg but follow the fuming alien quickly. 

It’s thinner and smaller than my master, much more coyote or fox-like than a wolf. I feel a sense of pride that he was better than this one. “Hurry up.” Yellow eyes snaps, shoving me forward so roughly that I fall onto all fours. I wince and scramble to my feet picking up the pace. “If it were up to me we would have eaten you.” He hisses shoving me again. “I hate you humans, pretending to be like us, you’re more of a pestilence than a population.” He chuckles to himself. “You better pray that I don’t rise in the ranks. I'd destroy your tiny planet and massacure all you pathetic creatures.” I’m shaking, the hatred in his voice is like poison. ‘Just ignore him he’s a low ranking skank.’ I tell myself looking at the corridors instead. 

He takes me a little distance from the clinic and then scans an obvious key card and his paw before shoving me into a room full of other white-dressed humans. I hit the floor clicking my jaw closed. I cry out and immediately gain the attention of everyone in the room. I look behind me as the door closes, it’s not see-through with strange cloudy glass. ‘It looks like a daycare,’ I think as I look around. All the toys and globes look like they were taken from the invaded schools. I get up slowly, brushing myself off, and gain looks of fear and gasps as the curious others see my thigh. “You’re one of them!” One of the girls who had started to come over hisses and turns her back on me. Most of the others follow suit. 

I see a boy with a bandage around his head and eye looking, no, glaring at me. But for some reason I’m drawn to him. When I get closer I feel as though I recognize him. 

“Looks like you got out of the locker, Sylvester.” The boy snears and I realize it’s one of Stevens' goonies, ‘what was his name again?’ I sit down and for some reason after all the scary aliens I’ve seen, I’m not intimidated by him anymore. It’s just silly at this point. I went through more pain in the last 24 hours than he and his friends have ever put me through. 

“Yeah, one of the aliens ripped the door off its hinges.” I mumble. 

“Nasty looking scar,” he says and then making a mean face laughs.

“Nice collar. Of course you’d already be made a pet, you were always a dog.” 

I shrug and murmur, “You’re right.” 

He huffs, gesturing to his eye, “I got this for my defiance, I’m not letting myself become a pet, I’d rather die.” Then seeming to realize that he wasn’t being mean enough kicks me, “Go away you smell.” I oblige by the smallest scoot. 

“Would you really?” I ask looking around the room, a lot of the kids in here looked scared and tired. 

He’s quiet and growls, “What did they do to you, you’re freaking me out.” 

“What do you mean,” I ask looking up. He's recoiling with horror, and I get smashed against the ground. I gag, blood spraying from my mouth as the fist lifts from my back. 

“No talking in detention.” A high whiney voice snickers and then gets growly and deep, “And you! Punk! I finally found you, you cocky little-” My ears ring and I’m in shock as the alien grabs the bully from where he had recoiled. I flinch as he claws him across his body leaving bloody marks through his clothes and flesh. He throws him towards the center of the room. I feel a wince of sympathy as he curls in on himself gasping. “We were in the middle of something.” He snarls over him, “Submit!” He roars, putting a foot on his chest pushing down. ‘He’s not wearing a collar he won’t understand!’ I think. 

The bully grabs the foot, teeth grit as it presses harder and harder, but the whole time he’s glaring at the alien in the eye. “Don’t think I won’t kill you.” He snarls and the bully gasps visibly lurching as his ribs break. ‘They aren’t afraid to hurt us because they can easily heal us.’ I realize horrified. ‘I can’t move or speak, I’m too scared!’ 

“Stop it you’re going to kill him,” a girl with long black hair yells, throwing a globe so hard it breaks against the aliens' snout. For a second the room is silent then he turns his head towards her slowly. She tenses ready for a fight, eyes blazing, a collar displayed proudly over a bite mark. Then he pushes his foot down the rest of the way. The scream the bully made is absolutely horrible, I will never forget it, blood gushes from his mouth. I run forward as the alien steps back not caring as he’s done with him. 

“Looks like I managed to kill another pet,” he chuckles and leaves leering at the girl, who would probably be scarred the rest of her life. 

“You idiot,” I cry over him, he’s looking up still alive, “All you had to do was lower your eyes!” I exclaim. He gurgles and I try lifting his head but I already knew what he was trying to say, ‘I’d rather die…than be a pet.’ 

“Well I’m not going to let you.” I growl and throw back my head wailing almost incoherently for my master. I can imagine everyone's horrified expressions as I cried for my master over and over. I didn’t even think about what would happen if he didn’t show up because suddenly he swishes in, obviously enraged. He expression changes upon seeing me covered in blood, some my own but mostly the crushed human in my arms. He meets my pleading eyes which I immediately lower, bowing my body.

“Please save him, I know him.” He looks around and then suddenly I’m in his arms with the broken boy who was unconscious.

Once again I’m in the clinic but this time it’s somebody else getting the weird metallic shot. 

“Let’s go.” My master orders. I almost protest but just bow my head in obedience. I'd show him my gratitude in every way possible. 

“Thank you.” I whisper for the thousandth time. 

The doctor was grinning at my master, “Looks like you got yourself a good one.” Master sniffs. 

I glance back and mumble, “Greyson.” That was the boy's name. 

I’m led all the way across the ship or at least it feels like so before I realize that my master is in a very bad mood. ‘Crap he must be enraged that I wailed for him so loud it must have been embarrassing.’ I think about what to say. ‘I’ll apologize when we get to the cells.’ I see them and turn instinctively towards the door. 

“What are you doing?” he snaps and I flinch. 

“Sorry they all look alike.” With a growl my Master scoops me up and continues walking. ‘Great I’m only making him more and more mad at me.’ I turn into his fur burrowing my face into it. When he stops, I look up to gawk at the weird pods stacked on top of each other connected by bridges and beams. He goes into a pod and I see that it’s a house, this is where the aliens live. I gawk around at the oversized everything before noticing that my master was watching and quickly lower my head focusing on the floor. 

“You need a bath, so do I now because you covered me in blood.” He growls. I can feel his annoyance like electricity on my arm hair. 

“Sorry,” I whimper. He places me down. And then leaves. I wait for a little bit, shifting from foot to foot and then when he snaps at me to hurry after him curse at how I keep making things worse. He was in front of a tub, running water into it. I look around the bathroom surprised at how human-like it was, other than some weird shapes and the fact everything was so big, I could probably fit into the toilet. 

“Wash up quickly,” he orders, putting a towel on the sink counter. “I hate the smell of humans.” 

I make sure to keep my head lowered the whole time and bow even deeper, “Yes Master,” I breathe. He leaves closing the door behind me and I had a feeling it was locked. Stripping carefully, I turn to see the huge bruise forming on my back, it dark and red around the edges where it’s swelling. I hiss quietly as I dip into the hot water. I let myself relax for a second as warmth sinks into my bones tempting me to just lay there. But then the water starts turning red from the blood and I remember my master's fierce eyes, I’d better hurry. ‘I hate the smell of humans.’ I remember and desperately scrubb at my body but there’s no soap or shampoo. 

Tilting my head back I scrubb at my hair as well but miscalculate how much my back can handle. I lose my balance and splash underneath the water, it goes up my nose a little but I just roll over and sit up coughing. 'I’ve been in here a little while, maybe I should get out?' I scrub my hair a little longer and then sniffing my armpits, scrub them again. Standing up I gasp as it’s harder with my back swollen. I carefully crawl over the tall tub and reach up for the towel. Again it puts stress on my back but I just take a deep breath and push through it. Bruises never killed me before I wouldn’t act like a wuss about them now. 

With the towel large enough to wrap around my whole body, shoulders to ankles, I knock gently on the door, “I’m done.” He opens the door after a minute and then sniffs me. 

“Better.” He grumbles, “Go wait in the living room. I’ll bring you something to change into after I’m done.” I trot out quickly and then wander around until I find what is most likely the living room. I stare at the couch with a little bead of sweat on my face even if I could get up there I was a pet I might not be allowed on the furniture. So I sit on the floor back against the couch staring at nothing as my mind races through what to say when my master gets out.

The alien took a lot longer in the bath then I did so I wasn’t expecting him to just suddenly show up. I look up quickly as he approaches and then bow my head. He stalks forward with purpose and I cower wondering if I’m going to get hit. 

“Come on, follow me.” He orders and walks off. I wince and slowly pull myself to my feet, hunched over a little bit, finding it hard to breathe, I follow. When we go to the room he throws clothes at me and walks off with a, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” I look at myself in the mirror. The bruise looks a lot worse. I cover up and cough into my hand gasping as there’s blood, crap I can’t wipe it on my clothes, and almost everything is white!' I ended up just licking it off. 'I can’t wait any more.' My master's anger leaves a pit in my stomach. 

The alien’s ears perk up as he hears me behind him, turning to find me prostrated on the ground, “I’m sorry,” I cry, voice shaking. 

“For what?” He growls. 

“For earlier today, when I begged you to save that boy.” 

“Greyson,” he growls so ferociously I realize he’s angry about something else. He sounds like he leans against the counter, “You love him a lot don't you,” He sighs, “I guess I could set it up so that you could-” 

“What!” I exclaim looking up then cringe looking down a small laugh in my voice, “I don’t love him.” 

“Don’t lie to me,” he snarls, grabbing me off the floor and putting me on the counter forcing my head up to hold eye contact. “You were sobbing over him like a lover.” 

I tremble at the piercing gaze of death, “I promise you I don’t love him, he used to bully me.” He stares and then leans back. 

“Then why not let him die?” He questions softer. 

“Because that’s not the human thing to do. Not the right thing, even if they were your bully.” I whisper voice a deeper tenor than normal. 

“What about others? Do you love anyone?” My master asks, looking ten times scarier. 

“N, no I haven’t had a crush on anyone in forever.” 'I'm starting to feel like maybe he was jealous and that’s why he's so mad.' Going out on a limb, my voice shaking too much for the humor I was trying to put in my voice I ask, “You got jealous over me? Master do you love me?” He stays very still and then stepping forward wraps a claw around my body I whimper an apology quickly but he just growls. 

“You’re mine. I can do whatever I want with you.” He grabs my face shifting until he looks almost human, still those deep red wolf eyes and ears, “But it makes it easier for you if you don’t love anyone... when I do this.” He shoves my mouth against his and I cry out arching my back as he presses against it.  

Immediately he jerks away, “You're hurt, do you need medicine?” 

I flinch, “No more shots,” I beg, “it’ll heal!” Gripping his body close to me I plead for him not to take me to the clinic. 

“It’ll heal immediately with a shot,” he snorts, “don’t be ridiculous.” 

“Please don’t take me away from you. I hate those shots they hurt worse after.” I whimper. “Please.” 

He hesitates and then orders, “Show me.” I twist and unzip my shirt letting it fall to show the large bruise on my back. I didn’t know what I expected but my back arches softly when he sniffs it. “Your muscles are torn and I’m sure your ribs are bruised if not fractured.” Then he starts licking it. My body shudders and I bend over moaning. “Does it hurt?” He asks. 

“No.” I respond quickly, continuing to moan though I bite my lip to muffle it as he licks it lower. I feel heat pour to my cheeks and somewhere more sensitive. 

“You get in heat easily.” He whispers in my neck, “If you weren’t hurt…” I shudder as his claws traverse my exposed chest. He bites me gently and I cry out in what he would call heat. He growls and turns me back around to claim my mouth. He's so tall I have to lift my head. I whimper licking his tongue back and he pulls me tighter...