Burning Embers Part 3

By: Stacy L.

JUDGE NOT

He calls me pet when he is extremely angry with me. It’s usually used to make me feel ashamed, to remind me again of my place in his world.

Sometimes when he uses the address it is out of affection, but when he uses it in anger it’s to instill in me what I truly am. When he is angry with me I’m no better than a dog to him, a faithful pet whom he leashes to his side.

Sometimes it doesn’t bother me that address, but when he tells me I am to act as the dog I am I want to die and pray for the ground to swallow me up. My face it burns with shame when I must bark and whimper as a dog for him, to appease him. I have no other right but to behave as the animal he says I am to be. It’s at those times that my shame and my hatred go head to head. I feel ashamed, and I hate him for what he orders me to do.

Hatred is something I have learned to silence. It’s something I’ve learned to destroy, but it’s there nonetheless, and though I succeed in dampening it the emotion never truly goes away. Instead it festers and grows within, burning into the very core of my being and destroying yet more of what little remains of my soul. It like other such emotions erode away at me, destroying what is good and pure…

Pure, now that’s a word that makes me laugh, for I am so far from it. There is nothing pure about me though Narayana would argue such a point. Purity doesn’t exist in a body that is soiled, a being that is so filthy, so unkempt that I sometimes despise and hate myself.

People say I’m beautiful but they are all just lies because if one dared to look much deeper they’d see how truly ugly I am. I have scars that no one has ever seen, and no one ever will. My physical body may be unmarred except the brand upon my shoulder burned there to mark me for all eternity, but I am still scarred, deeply. There are scars so deep that no one will ever see them, but I will always remember them.

No one would want me if they looked close enough because I’m no prize. I’ll never be, for who would ever want someone so marred, so pathetic or so filthy? Who would love someone who has fucked and been fucked as often as I?

As he was brought into the room he watched as Mara ordered his pet to greet the prisoner. Daniel grunted before crawling to him, whimpering and bowing before him then once again returning to his master’s side. What the hell?

His master smiled before saying, “Normally my pet would speak for me but at the moment he cannot. Can you Sarameya?”

Another whine escaped from the man’s lips in response. His master then petted his head answering the question himself, “No you cannot and why is that pet?”

Another whimper was released followed by a whine. His master laughed in response answering, “It is because you are being punished, is it not Sarameya?”

Again a stream of whines and whimpers escaped as the slave answered his master’s questions. Mara petted him again before taunting further, “Yes, tell us of your crime against me, Sarameya. Come speak for us, pretty pet.”

Again he whimpered and whined as if he were a dog. When his master only responded by further taunting him the servant’s whimpers increased becoming louder. He even began to yip before he was ordered to heel and quickly settled at his master’s feet. Mara continued to grin turning to Narayana as he demanded, “Remove my pet’s silks, Narayana. Animals I fear do not have the liberty of wearing clothing.”

Narayana approached the slave and removed his silks bowing and exiting the room as his master requested his servant’s choke collar be brought to him and fitted about his neck. Upon returning Narayana did as bid before moving back into his place beside his lord.

Mara turned focusing his attention on his servant smiling as he gazed upon the collar and the bands that now encircled the man’s wrists and ankles properly marking him as the animal he was presently to be viewed as. He then proudly announced, “Sarameya you are now properly fitted to serve me,” and again the servant whimpered in reply.

What Mara said to him after that Jack didn’t recall. He was too wrapped up in observing Daniel and trying to figure out why he would so willingly act like an animal. He was outraged and disgusted. Did Daniel like behaving as a dog? What the hell would possess anybody to do that? Why would he even allow it?

Shaking his head he became aware that he was being returned to his cell and found himself briefly wondering what reason Mara had for having him brought before him. When no answer was forthcoming he thought about Daniel trying to understand what would possess him to behave as a dog for his master.

He spent several hours debating about it before Narayana finally arrived. Upon seeing him enter the dungeons he immediately questioned, “What the hell was that?”

Narayana looked up before saying, “Am I to believe that this has something to do with what has transpired this evening?”

“Damn right it does! What the hell was he doing? He’s not a damned dog!”

Narayana lowered his head drawing in a steadying breath before answering, “It is a punishment that his master selected for him.”

“A punishment, a punishment…? For what? What the hell was he thinking behaving like that? Why would he even allow…?”

Shaking his head Narayana said, “Yet again you question why he does as his master bids him when you do not realize that he has no choice in the matter. He is not a free man. He is a slave. When will you understand exactly what that means, O’Neill?”

“I do know what that means I just… Why?”

He fell silent as the young servant entered the dungeons and quietly approached him. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again noting the servant was smiling softly towards him. He remained silent only moments more before demanding, “What the hell was that, Daniel?”

As quickly as the smile appeared it vanished as the young man lowered his gaze and frowned. He glanced at Narayana with questions in his eyes. Narayana approached and said, “He does not understand why you so willingly accepted your master’s punishment, Daniel. He does not yet understand that you have no choice in the matter.”

Daniel nodded in response before pointing at Jack. Jack demanded, “What the hell’s he doing now?”

“Asking me to explain his actions to you…”

“So why doesn’t he just say that?”

“Because he cannot yet speak, his master has not yet granted him permission to do so.”

Scorn crossed Jack’s face as he snapped out bitterly, “Oh you like being a dog, do you? You really are a bitch, aren’t you Sarameya?”

Without conscious thought Daniel harshly spoke Jack’s name. Jack looked at him and loudly stated, “Oh I see you suddenly have your voice back, so perhaps you can tell me just why you like to serve as your master’s bitch.”

Narayana snapped, “Do not ask him questions, O’Neill!”

“Why? He can fuckin’ answer them!”

“No, he cannot. If he is caught…”

“Who’s going to tell?”

“Anyone here who desires something from the master… You cannot demand that he speak when he has been forbidden by his master to do so. You risk his very life if you do.”

“What? He has a damned choice…”

Daniel shook his head before turning to Narayana who said in disappointment, “You still do not understand, do you O’Neill? You believe that he can do what he pleases and his master will not respond with punishment. You are a most foolish man. What will it take for you to realize what his status implies for him, what his purpose is? What will it take?”

“I, he…”

He fell silent as Daniel placed a hand on Narayana’s shoulder. When Narayana turned to him his voice softened considerably, “What is it, Daniel?”

Daniel shook his head glancing briefly at Jack before again shaking it and turning to leave. Jack saw pain and sorrow flash across Narayana’s face and swallowed hard aware that the guard was now very upset. Concerned he implored, “Narayana what…?”

Narayana held up a hand to silence him before approaching Daniel to softly say, “He does not yet understand. Give him time.”

A shake of the head was his only response before Daniel exited the room. Narayana called to him, but he was gone. Jack asked, “What’s wrong?”

Narayana glanced briefly at him before sadly admitting, “It will not be long before you succeed where Mara has failed.”

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Mara has tried for many years to accomplish what you seem to be in only a few scant months.”

Feeling suddenly very angry he demanded, “And what’s that?”

“You are breaking him, O’Neill,” with that said Narayana quickly departed in pursuit of Daniel, and Jack felt as if his heart were now breaking in two.

Picking up his pursuit he saw Daniel enter his room. Without a moment’s hesitation he entered behind him quickly heading for Daniel’s balcony, for he knew that’s where Daniel would run.

Spotting him he softly said, “Daniel, wait please…” and swallowed hard as the young man responded by quickly launching himself against him. Instantly Narayana wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close aware that Daniel’s pain went extremely deep. He held him tightly allowing him, permitting him, to feel sadness and disappointment.

As Daniel pulled from him he again spoke, “I am so sorry, Daniel. Give him time. He still does not understand what slavery is. He was confused and angry. He does not understand why you would so willingly do as bid. He does not know of how you have suffered for non-compliance in the past. Perhaps it is time he learned?”

Daniel responded by violently shaking his head. Narayana countered with, “You will have to tell him eventually, you know. If the two of you pursue this thing between you he will have to know.”

Again he shook his head violently. Narayana nodded before continuing, “I will not speak of it again. Perhaps in time you will find the strength to speak of it yourself.”

Daniel offered no response only tensed when a knock sounded at his door. He cast a fearful gaze towards Narayana before drawing his arms across his chest and turning to stare out across the planet’s vast surface.

Narayana frowned at the reaction before approaching the door to Daniel’s chambers. When he saw who waited on the other side of it he nodded his head feeling his heart grow heavier as he responded with, “I shall send him.”

Returning to Daniel he came up behind him and drew him back into the safety of his arms holding him tightly as he began to shake. Feeling Daniel quivering against him nearly tore his heart out, for it was an indicator of just how afraid he was to report to his master as he no doubt knew was just requested.

Narayana squeezed his eyes tightly shut holding Daniel tighter as he said, “I will come to you when he permits it. Please hold on for me, Daniel, please.”

He could feel the tension in Daniel that announced how fearful he truly was. When he nodded before pulling away Narayana knew he was ready to face his master. Still he halted Daniel, gently cupping his face in his hands as he encouraged, “Look at me.”

Daniel complied and as their eyes connected Narayana said again, “Please hold on for me, Daniel, please.”

Daniel swallowed hard before nodding. Moments later he was pulling away again before lowering to hands and knees as he headed off to meet with his master as was requested.

* *

His fear upon being summoned before his master was nothing compared to the fear he felt upon halting at the entrance to his master’s throne room awaiting permission to enter. He waited silently holding his gaze firmly on the floor. He could feel the tension in the room and was certain his master was not pleased with him. When his master uttered his next command he knew just how angry Mara now was, “OBEISANCE!”

Swallowing hard he gracefully bent forward, placing the palms of his hands and his forehead to the floor. He then lifted his head slightly before moving forward inch by inch until his face was on his master’s feet. Once there he waited for his next command tensing further when he was briskly ordered into the display position.

Quickly rising to his feet he placed them shoulder width apart before lacing his fingers behind his neck holding his elbows back. When his master didn’t immediately react he raised his head up slightly more and kept his eyes properly lowered. As his master began to move he tensed further very aware that this meeting would most likely end with him serving a punishment. Fear coursed through him as his master slowly circled him several times before speaking, “I have heard that you spoke without permission today.”

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as panic threatened to consume him at the pronouncement. Someone had spoken. Someone had revealed his transgression and now he would suffer for his disobedience. He tensed further feeling his master’s hand press against his cheek as he paused before him.

His master gently lifted his head but Daniel refused to look up keeping his gaze turned intently on the floor and swallowing hard as his master softly informed, “Therefore you will be punished.”

He felt his stomach flop before tightening at the statement now extremely fearful of just what his punishment would be and as his master spoke again he felt his uneasiness settle deeper within, “Have you nothing to say for yourself, Syama?”

He said nothing then his master continued, “Why is it that in my presence you know your place, you know your rights but when out of my sight you choose to defy me? Why Syama?”

Again he didn’t speak only stood stock still as he had been commanded to do upon his arrival.

His master continued, “You disappoint me, Syama.”

Again he said nothing only swallowing hard before drawing in a calming breath as he awaited the pronouncement of his punishment.

After several long drawn out moments his master continued, “Your punishment shall fit your crime. What shall it be, Syama? What shall it be?”

His master circled him again before snapping his fingers as he pronounced, “You spoke without permission so I shall remind you of what befalls those who possess a loose tongue.”

Silence fell again stretching, so thick with tension that Daniel found it difficult to draw breath. He was on the verge of panic, afraid of the punishment that would soon befall him. As a single word was spoken he felt dread fill his heart but quickly followed the command lowering to his belly before stretching his legs behind him and crossing them at the ankles. Swallowing harder he closed his eyes before turning his head to the left and drawing his arms behind his back before likewise crossing them. His master chuckled as he lay motionless on the floor awaiting the bindings soon to follow such a command.

As his master began to secure rope around his ankles he squeezed his eyes shut tighter tensing as they were fastened tightly before the excess length of rope still remaining was pulled on and drawn to the middle of his back. He wanted to fight, to resist, to scream as his master drew the rope taut pulling his ankles nearly to his buttocks before securing the rope around his wrists. Next his master retrieved a second rope that was also tied around his wrists before being drawn up towards his head and secured firmly around his neck like a noose. His fear tripled as he became aware that he was now secured like one would secure a pig they were preparing to brand. To say he was a little scared was an understatement, for he was downright terrified…

* * * *

Jack paced his cell nervously feeling extremely uneasy, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He glanced up at the door as if awaiting Daniel’s arrival, his appearance there but not a sound pierced the dungeon. Shaking his head he told himself there was nothing to worry about, nothing was wrong, he was just edgy because he was penned up…but no matter what he tried to convince himself of a feeling of dread seemed to be hovering deep within him. Shaking his head again he jerked his gaze away from the door telling himself there was nothing wrong, nothing amiss, but he still couldn’t shake the strange feeling that Daniel…needed him. What the hell? They barely knew each other, were in fact just starting to get to know one another and he was already sensing that the man needed him? Damn, was he ever a sorry sap! How the hell had he fallen for a blue eyed stranger so damned quickly? What the hell was wrong with him? And why did he feel as if his heart were permanently lodged in his throat? Why did he feel so damned edgy all of a sudden?

Cursing he sat down, but just as quickly as he sat down he jumped back up before beginning his nervous pacing yet again back and forth, back and forth like a caged animal ready to explode. What the hell was wrong with him? As he turned sharply to make his next trek across his small cell he heard the distinct click of the door opening and jerked his head up searching for the one he was waiting for. What he saw was Narayana and before Narayana was…Daniel, on hands and knees, which disturbed him so very much. He was ready to ask why when Narayana approached.

As Narayana paused before his cell he noticed Daniel gaze up before managing, “Help me up please,” his voice sounding harsh to Jack’s ears.

Narayana nodded before carefully helping Daniel rise, cringing each time the man winced or whimpered. Once on his feet he managed, “Thank you…” before lapsing into a cough that prompted Jack to inquire, “Sore throat?”

Daniel only nodded and Jack inquired further, “Cold?”

A shake of the head was his only response. As Daniel focused on him he noticed there was now material wrapped around the man’s neck and feeling his unease only continue to build managed, “What’s with the scarf?” internally cringing at the anger that seemed to lace his words.

Narayana softly spoke, “Shall I show him?”

Daniel only nodded. As the scarf was removed Jack paled and as Narayana took careful care to rewrap the throat he answered, “He was secured with his hands behind his back. One rope led from his wrists to his ankles and the other rope from his wrists to around his neck. He was… How do you say it Daniel?”

A hoarse whisper escaped that only Narayana heard. He turned and replied, “Hog tied is what he says it is called where you are from. While in such a position he was punished and after his master had enough of that he…lashed him then forced him to grovel.”

“Why?”

“Because someone told him of Daniel’s crime.”

“Which was?”

Daniel managed in a hoarse voice loud enough that Jack heard, “Saying your name.”

Flushing Jack snapped, “What?”

“When he is ordered not to speak he is not permitted to do so for any reason and if he must he must voice things as the animal his master selects until told otherwise. I told you not to make him speak. This is his punishment.”

Not knowing how to respond he stumbled over a response, “He’s speaking now…” and felt like an ass realizing how stupid the statement had been.

Narayana continued to speak as if he hadn’t heard the comment, “That is because his master knows how much it pains him to do so.”

“That’s sadistic.”

“That is his life. You do not seem to comprehend just what his life entails. Always you are criticizing him and making him do things that he would never have done in the past. You make him feel things he does not understand and…he suffers for it. He suffers for you.”

“Right…”

He watched as Daniel turned and whispered something to Narayana who nodded before saying, “We must take our leave.”

“Why?”

“Daniel is not feeling well. He…hurts a lot.”

“From what?”

Daniel again focused on the guard and spoke. It was as if he was relying on Narayana to presently speak for him. He commented on the observation, “You speak for him often, don’t you? You understand him. You understand what he needs.”

Narayana nodded and said, “He has been under my care for many years and yes when he is not permitted to speak I speak for him. Now we must go for he is not well.”

He opened his mouth wanting to tell them to halt, to stay for awhile longer but as he gazed into Daniel’s deep azure gaze all he saw there was pain, exhaustion, weakness…all he saw was how much energy Daniel was presently exerting just to speak with him and his heart felt like it was beginning to bleed. Ah God the man was suffering. Shaking his head and dismissing his desire to ask Daniel to stay he simply nodded his head.

He watched as they started heading towards the exit to the dungeons noticing how low Daniel hung his head and just how heavily he was relying on the man beside him to get him to his destination. Without thought he called out, “Narayana?”

The man paused shifting his grip on Daniel to hold him firmer against him before glancing over his shoulder at Jack awaiting his comment. Jack focused on Daniel again noticing how he seemed to be struggling just to remain upright and quickly added, “Take care of him… Please?”

Narayana nodded before again turning his focus onto Daniel softly asking him a question that had Daniel nodding his head in response before the two continued on.

As Narayana guided Daniel down the hall to his chambers he softly questioned, “Is he worth it, Daniel? Do you love him enough to suffer for him?”

“Yes I think maybe I do, but…”

“But…?”

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this. I’m tired of hurting, Narayana. I’m tired of being barely able to walk on my own. I’m just…tired.”

“I have sensed it has been so for some time… Here we are at your rooms.”

Narayana slowly opened the door and guided Daniel inside before securing the door behind them. Daniel was speaking again his voice growing fainter by the minute, “Yes. You’ve guessed correctly, but…”

Narayana raised an eyebrow as he questioned, “But?” and carefully guided him into his bedroom. Daniel continued, “Have no choice… I suffer that’s what pleases him.”

Narayana lowered him to the bed urging him to lie back before slowly drawing the covers up over him. He then cupped the side of Daniel’s face smiling softly as the man seemed to instantly relax in response to the physical contact. As Daniel shifted upon the mattress he shook his head saying, “You should not have to suffer to please your master, Daniel.”

Daniel settled further as he tiredly answered, “Hmm tell that…to him,” before he drifted off completely.

Narayana sat on the bed beside him and began to gently stroke his hair saddened by the discussion they had just had and uncertain of what he could do about it. He knew that the violence against Daniel would only increase, for Mara was growing concerned that he was spending so much time in the dungeons. At first he had let it go, permitting Daniel to visit when he wanted to but now? Now Mara feared that a bond between the two was building, and he didn’t like that one bit. In an attempt to discourage it Mara had ordered O’Neill brought before him when his servant was being punished. His reasoning was that if he could trigger disgust in O’Neill it would then discourage any further in depth exchanges between the two. He had thought his plan had worked…until he was informed that his pet had spoken without permission. It was then that he realized just how much Daniel was being influenced by O’Neill and decided to counter with a severe punishment, one that would affirm in him that he wasn’t permitted to disobey for any reason.

Narayana was now very worried, for he knew what such a response meant…Mara would become more aggressive towards Daniel, as a result Daniel would suffer immensely and if he dared intervene in any way Daniel would pay the price.

* * * *

DANCING ON THE RIM OF PATALA

Bathed by the Shadow Light of the Nagas

Narayana watched from the doorway as Daniel sat at the piano moving his fingers rapidly across the keys producing his beautiful, yet haunting music for his master and feeling an ache deep in his chest as Mara uttered his next command, “Sarameya, that’s a depressing tune. Please play me something with a little more…flair.”

Bowing his head low he answered, “My Master, yes My Master,” and began to play a brighter tune.

Narayana felt immensely sad watching how the command was killing Daniel to comply with. Music was a coping mechanism for him, a way for him to release his anger, his pain, his sadness… He wanted nothing more than to compose on his own, to put into music those feelings he was forced always to conceal, but Mara wouldn’t allow him even that. As Daniel’s head dropped lower he found he could no longer watch and decided to check on O’Neill.

* *

When Jack heard the beautiful music it brought tears to his eyes. The one playing must be very sad. As Narayana entered the dungeon he glanced up watching as the man approached before softly inquiring, “Who’s playing?”

“Ah, it is Daniel. His music, it makes the soul bleed. It is as beautiful as he… Through it you can feel his pain and anguish, his suffering. His master? He will soon order him to play something else, for he does not like to know how his pet truly feels. The music is disturbing to him.”

“He plays?”

“The piano, yes, it is the instrument his master chose to train him on. He often will order his pet to play for guests, during feasts or simply for him whenever he so desires. Daniel is a natural at the instrument as you can tell.”

He nodded listening again to the haunting music and glancing up as it took a sudden abrupt turn into a more pleasant piece. Narayana sighed before shaking his head and saying, “He rarely allows Daniel to express how he truly feels. It is very cruel, for he must force all of his emotions deep down inside. It is not a healthy way to deal with things.”

“He sounds angry…”

“Yes. He will soon be threatened his…”

The music fell abruptly silent for several moments before it began again slow and a bit choppy before smoothing out into a song that made one feel peaceful. Jack glanced up noting how Narayana was now hanging his head and clenching his hands into fists at his sides, which prompted him to question, “What’s…what’s wrong?”

“I will have to tend to his hands when he is finished.”

“Wh…why?”

“Here is your food. I will return later.”

With that Narayana abruptly turned and left the room…

And the piano music played on for several hours before it fell silent again.

* *

It was several more hours before he heard the door to the dungeon open and as he glanced up he recognized Daniel immediately. He quietly approached before softly asking, “How are you doing? I trust Narayana has been treating you well?”

“Yes actually he has though I don’t know why…”

“He made a promise to me that he would watch over you and protect you.”

“Why?”

“Because he knows what is in my heart, and he knows how I…hurt.”

“What?”

Shaking his head he reached out and grasped the now empty tray in his hands. The tray shook before slipping from his grasp to clatter loudly onto the floor. Closing his eyes Daniel bowed his head as if in shame before lowering, so incredibly slow to the floor. As he gathered the tray against him and turned slightly to retrieve the silverware the red silk outfit he wore dipped off of his right shoulder revealing a very dark discolored shoulder to his eyes. He swallowed hard watching as the man slowly rose, gripping the tray in his arms and holding it to his chest as if he couldn’t manage it in his hands. It was then that he focused, really focused on the man’s hands…and paled.

Daniel’s voice broke his concentration as he harshly asked, “What?”

“Your hands they’re…”

“Fine, they’re fine.”

“Did he…belt them, Daniel?”

Daniel jerked his head away refusing to answer before turning abruptly away and beginning to leave. Jack immediately said, “Wait. Wait please?”

He didn’t look back only stood with his back to Jack before softly revealing, “I showed emotion while playing. My master doesn’t desire to hear such foolish things from me therefore he corrected me.”

Speaking in a voice lined with outrage he snapped, “He corrected you?”

“Yes.”

“WHY?”

“A slave is ignorant and doesn’t know how to behave so his master must always train and correct him. The master is never wrong. The slave is never right and must be disciplined accordingly, Jack.”

With that said he abruptly left and Jack was left gawking at his retreating back.

His commands they are like a poison to my soul. Never has he permitted me to do something for myself. He even punishes me if I dare. His anger it becomes so heightened at times and yet I still test him. I still challenge him. I still dare to push him just a little bit more. Always I end up suffering his wrath, always.

His beatings they aren’t all that bad. He can be violent, yes, but more often then not he just smacks me around a bit. It’s when I play for him that I feel the full extent of his wrath. My hands, he beats them when I refuse to comply with his orders. He beats them until they crack and bleed. When they start to bleed he refuses to allow me rest, instead he demands I play for several more hours as penance for angering him so. By the time he permits me a reprieve I’m nearly in tears due to the pain and fear that filters in when I realize I can barely move my hands. He terrifies me at those times when he beats them so much that they hurt so severely. Eventually they go numb as my fingers fumble over the keys attempting to produce a melody that pleases him. It’s at those times he shows me little mercy. Instead he hangs over me, yelling commands, voicing loudly his displeasure with me. It’s at those times I find I must close my eyes, block him out or I will not be able to play for him as he demands.

It’s strange the things that move through my mind as I block him out. I hear the music and feel the stiffness in my fingers but soon my mind begins to journey and I allow the music to guide me. It’s a darkness that I see that soon takes form stretching into extravagant palaces all decorated with magnificent jewels and off in the distance I see them dance. It’s a strange feeling really, a strange place my mind often conjures up. I think I have an overactive imagination because I soon get swept up in the sounds and sights within my own mind. They dance and dance, swirling about. They are pleased. They are happy. I want to join them because I’m so sad, but alas I’m not permitted to. I’m grounded, chained to the piano by invisible cord, cord I’ve learned ages ago never to strain against for it will cut me deeply. Still I long to join them, those strange figures in my mind that dance and swirl round and round as I continue to play for hours on end attempting to please him as best I can while inside I continue to die.

It kills me his demand, his order, his command to play ONLY for him, ALWAYS for him and never, ever am I permitted to play solely for me. If I dare he will punish me for the infraction for a pet doesn’t create unless they are permitted to. No, they are instead trained to perform a few pretty tricks that will please their masters because ultimately a pet is owned, a pet is property and as such a pet exists for their master alone.

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