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Saige just tried to look away. They didn't want to see this, they didn't need to know when the guy was just going to ruin them. However suddenly their throat was released, gasping for air and coughing as they heard the man being dragged away, barely sensing that it had in fact been the daemon.
The intruder, who at first had found himself rather lucky, was now screaming as he was being pulled by his hair. His face smashed into the floor, gritting his teeth, but luckily a lycan's bones were stronger than that, even a stomp couldn't break it. However the brute force of the daemon slamming him against the tub made him scream out in pain, blood flying everywhere and making a rather gnarly scene for anyone to witness.
At that point Saige had gotten up from the floor and hesitantly moved out to follow the sound of the skull that was being met by the hard porcelain that was crackling as loud as the skull trying not to fall apart. "Please," Saige pleaded, their voice hoarse as they tumbled forward, clinging on to Callan's leg. They couldn't handle seeing someone in pain, even if the intruder had been moments away from doing something horrible to them. "Stop hurting him, please," they still had tears in their eyes, looking up at Callan, unsure if the daemon even had it in him to see mercy. The cold eyes were scary, but the blood that hit Saige's face made them freeze, shaking more than ever as it seemed that reality hit them hard in the face. They turned pale, eventually fainting right then and there.

Saige had never seen so much blood, in fact it felt like their dream while passed out was only in red and dark hues. When they finally woke up, disoriented and the stench of blood still in their nose they just had to turn over and throw up. Shivering and shaking they looked at their own mess on the duvet, and then fear crept in. What if this would be enough for them to meet the same fate as the lycan? In fear they gathered the duvet covers up, falling over the loose ends to get to the laundry machine. They had barely had time to process what had happened with the intruder, but not getting their skull smashed in seemed to take first priority. Once the duvet was in the wash, they realized just how much of a mess they looked. Dried blood splatters over their clothes and they were lacking underwear as well. Saige wasn't even sure that crying at this point would help anything, and frankly they were too scared to even go into the bathroom to clean themselves up.
In fact they just stayed there in front of the washing machine, watching the covers go round and round until they felt dizzy enough to look away. They just felt so hopeless, pulling their knees up under their chin and wrapping their arms around them. nothing was ever going to be normal again, would it? And what was Callan's plan with them? It was making it worse that they didn't know, seeing as that was what stressed them out the most. Gritting their teeth, they moved a finger along one of the burn marks. It wasn't pleasant, that was for sure.

When Callan entered, Saige just froze up again. They didn't reply, kept their head down and just took orders. They were even trembling with fear at what they had witnessed, unsure what part of this traumatic event was the worst. The cold and distant voice was far from soothing, their eyes welling up, but knew how their tears had seemingly been agitating to the daemon before. They clearly wasn't looking to be in trouble at all. Most of all they just wanted a shower. Clean off those filthy hands from their body and maybe scrub away the smell of blood. But the bathroom was no place they dared set foot in. Their skull would break upon impact with the tub, that was for sure.
Getting moved was at least a comfort as they didn't have to stay in this place anymore, but the notion of being where Callan wanted him to be wasn't really adding to the comfort. It was just a bitter reminder of the fact that they would never be free again. However one thing made them finally look up, tears running down their cheeks but their eyes almost in disbelief. They would be allowed to see Romeo? They were at a loss for words, but who wouldn't be after what they had just gone through? With a shaky hand they reached out, touching the daemon's hand and healing whatever cuts or bruises he might've gotten from smashing the lycan up. Retreating their hand slowly afterwards they nodded and looked down once more before replying, "thank you."

Frankly Saige wasn't sure that the placement was of any matter in this, it was the fact that they were being allowed to see Romeo - even if it was just potentially, it was a slither of hope in all of this mess. They were left at the house once more.
The next day they had almost just gotten dressed before there was a knock on the door. They took another bite of the apple before they went to answer it. The stern woman was taking them by surprise, but it was mostly visible on their face. The statement of the number made them confused, as at this point they had sorta just gotten used to the pierced ear, but as the hair was moved they grit their teeth as the lady seemed to confirm who they were. The order to get in the car made them hesitate, looking back towards their room, but they knew this was just a placeholder for them.
Getting in, they crossed their legs a little, just wanting to sit comfortably, and the question made them look down, shaking their head no. "All that was said that it wouldn't be a good place," they admitted in a timid voice, grasping lightly on to the skirt they were wearing. The notion of their function added with their femininity made them grit their teeth. It was obvious what was suggested, wasn't it? They would probably work as someone's sex toy and help heal gunshots or whatever it was Callan was doing. Was this really their fate? "He said that I might be able to go visit my friend .. do you know when I would be able to?" Because that was seemingly the only hope they could have a grasp on right now. They were property, sure, but the promise had been made, and Saige couldn't give up hope yet.

It was quite clear that this lady wouldn't believe a word they said, so what was there truly to argue about? Though it seemed that curiosity got the better of her, and it clearly wasn't an answer that she liked hearing, seeing as it was clear that Saige was right. They nodded at the mention of work, however what that work entailed was yet unknown, wasn't it? But one thing was bothering them. "My name is Saige," they said, though they had a feeling that they would just keep being referred to as 576, so they might've as well gotten used to it now.
The car ride wasn't too bad, and eventually they just looked out the window as they drove. It felt like they had been driving forever before they eventually opened their mouth to speak. "What sort of work is there?" They asked, mostly because they wanted to prepare for the worst, because the daemon had made it clear it wouldn't be nice. Maybe it was hard physically or mentally? Or perhaps they were right in being some sort of escort at best and sex slave at worst. They weren't sure if either was really excluding the other. It was already clear that they would be used for all sorts of stuff already.

Start separating themselves? They weren't sure what that meant and it really wasn't comforting that she wouldn't tell them what they would be doing. They looked down, humming softly, "he has already told me I won't get far .. there's no point in running if I'll just get hunted down,' they admitted. They couldn't boast about running, because they weren't fast, and flying was off the table as they had never been able to produce wings. They were really not a good seraph, were they? For the rest of the drive they were just quietly looking out the window, trying to imagine what sort of scary life they were about to enter.
When they finally stopped in front of a rather large apartment building they were confused. It didn't look too bad from the outside, but perhaps what was inside was worse? A woman was standing out front and as they got out they bowed to the lady who had brought them here. "Thank you for bringing me a new flower," she said to the lady, and Saige noticed that this woman was also wearing a ring, though they couldn't make out the number. The woman then turned the attention to Saige, walking over and cupping their cheek gently, "welcome to the Garden," she spoke almost tenderly, placing a kiss on their cheek before wrapping an arm around them. As they walked the woman spoke of the rules and they were simple enough; don't tey to run away; always be polite; don't have guests over; and what curfews there were when they weren't working.
First Saige was brought into a large bathroom, told to strip and then the woman examined their body. Saige just stood there shaking, trying to cover themselves up a bit. "Do you require medication?" She asked and Saige shook their head no. Then she grabbed their jaw, forcing their mouth open and humming. It seemed she was pleased. "In no time you might rise to be a very promising flower," she noted, but Saige wasn't sure if they heard any jealousy in that or not.
After that they were told to shower thoroughly and Saige did as what was asked. Scrubbing themselves down from head to toe before the woman entered and bowed down to start shaking them. The seraph blushed red, "you're not allowed to be left alone with a razor .. we'll book a laser hair removal session for you so you don't have to worry about it," she just said as if she had done this a million times. It didn't change the fact that the seraph found it all too odd. Shaving them for what? What Garden? What flower? "You can refer to me as Rose, or as 498," she said, but the way she said it made it sound like neither of those were her real name, "we'll have to find a flower name for you as well .. Callan likes order, and no weeds are allowed." Saige was starting to regret more and more that this was where they had wound up. Maybe death would've been kinder.
Once she was done shaving them all over, she left again to let the seraph finish and dry off. Returning with a rather risqué shirt and skirt combo, she also placed some stockinga for them. "I was informed you prefer feminine clothes .. it makes sense as it fits you," she said. Saige got dressed, and looked at the make up that had been brought as well. Applying some, mostly to cover up any dark circles and framing their eyes, they moved on to blowdry their hair, making the curls light and fluffy.
Outside 498 was standing, ready to guide them further on. They got a room for themselves, though it was only big enough to fit a bed. "I'm sorry, but what is my work going to consist of?" They finally asked. 498 frowned tilting her head a little in surprise before she grit her teeth. That old hag hadn't even informed this poor seraph of their fate? "Escorting," she put it simply before their face turning serious. "You will be going through training for the week, culminating in a test drive with Callan Saturday evening - it's customary that our patron tests out any new flower." Saige felt their heart in their throat. They had at least hoped to be as far away from Callan at this point. "If he takes you back to a hotel afterwards, you do as you're told, and he'll reward you for your obedience." With that they were left alone.

First day of training seemed simple enough as it was mostly about manners and how to address someone. Maybe this was the first time that their family had provided them with something useful. Talking proper was something they had been brought up with, so this was a walk in the park. However as Rose was pulled out of the room, they looked on in confusion as the two seemed to not like each other very much, and it was clearly visible on Rose's face.
"Sees something in a brat that basically shakes when anyone comes near? Well I suppose I have to take your word on it, but I will not stop their training - we all want something to fall back on," she said, eyeing the seraph through the window. "Besides, the test on Saturday still stands, it's like that for everyone new, and I won't have my flowers finding out about any special order .. 576 is here just as the others and under my care," and that was final. Sure, Rose was a number, but clearly having rised in rank to be the leader if this establishment.
Saige saw as the pair looked at them, quickly diverging their eyes downwards as to not look at the two. They were not looking to get hurt on their first day. Rose had mentioned something about punishments, and the way she had said it, didn't comfort the seraph that was for sure. Rose came back in after that, continuing their lesson.
As the days passed, Saige seemed to start to come to terms with this. However it was the quote on quote services that the flowers provided that bothered them the most. Well mostly the sex part. They could kiss and hold hands with a stranger, hell being groped sounded almost alright compared to that. Rose had even given him some special small vials with the notion that no client would have the patience to stretch them out beforehand, so these would open them up. They hadn't tried it, but the other flowers swore by it, so it had to work, right?
Then Saturday rolled along. The dreaded day. Saige was gussied up in a nice but short dress with a nice short-ish fur coat over. Beautiful net stockings with small bows attached. Honestly they hadn't ever felt this pretty before. They were picked up rather late that evening, surprised that no daemon was in the car, but the chauffeur didn't provide many answers. They played a bit with the choker, wondering if they would get a dog tag as well now that they were at it. The piercing had healed up surprisingly well, and they were barely noticing it by now, unless some authority came to check it. Rose had told them that Callan would be approving of their chosen flower name, and Saige felt nervous that he would hate it and hurt them for it.
Arriving at a rather nice establishment they were escorted inside and brought to a backroom that had been prepared for a dinner for two. Saige used the fur to cover up a little, unsure if it was best to just get it off right away. They didn't know what kind of thing Callan was into.

Saige was just waiting patiently, and yet very nervous. In fact it was almost a relief that Callan would be busy, at least it meant that they could sit and eat a nice warm dinner in peace. It felt almost normal, besides the fact that they knew they had to return to their tiny room. Once they finished up they just checked themselves in the mirror before heading out. However who met them, leaned against the car, was none other than the daemon they feared. However Rose had trained them well, and they opted to move closer, even if everything in their body was screaming at them to run.
The daemon looked at them as they came closer, pulling the fur a little closer as the wind was picking up. "Hello," they spoke in a timid voice, looking down as they politely bowed their head. Rose had taught them everything, and yet now they felt like they were being checked up on. "Have I kept you waiting?" They asked in a soft voice, looking up to the daemon who seemed to tower over them enough as it was. At least Saige was wearing a little height in form of their shoes. "I was told you were busy tonight," Saige clearly looked a bit confused as to why the daemon was here now. It just didn't make sense to them.

He was? Well why was he there? The confusion clearly grew on the seraph's face as they stood there, shivering slightly from the cold, but it wasn't too bad yet. What they worried most about was getting sick, because surely if Callan wasn't there, they would most likely just be ignored or neglected. The questions made them look down. They weren't sure what they had expected, but at least some sort of cruelty, like the daemon simply taking what was his. However everything was still so confusing to them. "What am I needed for?" They just wanted to know, because nobody could seem to give them a straight answer. And nobody seemed even to be aware that Saige had an agreement with the daemon to go see Romeo. "All I've done so far is be trained in how to smile and invite patrons to touch me places I don't want to be touched; to be a doll, not have any emotions and just take what is being handed to me," it was clear there was a confliction beneath, because deep down they had been prepared for tonight. They had made their mind up about what this would turn into and now it suddenly was something completely different?
Saige looked to the daemon, tears in their eyes as they simply looked at him. "I just don't understand why you put me in a place like that; that I get trained to do all of those things; and that suddenly I'm not supposed to?" Couldn't he see how the seraph was struggling to grasp what was going on? But maybe that was Callan's plan. Just to keep the seraph on their toes, to never relax ever because they were bound to just be changed and molded to the daemon's will. "What is my purpose? Is it because I'm not attractive enough to be one of the flowers? Or is it simply because you're trying to break me?" Saige just looked down as they started crying, though no sound as they couldn't risk the daemon getting angry. They were grasping at the fur, trying to find comfort in it, but nothing gave them comfort anymore. "I know I'm not myself anymore; I'm a number or a strange made up nickname, but am I really so much of an animal in your eyes that I couldn't possibly grasp this need you have for me?" This was perhaps the first time the seraph had properly talked in front of Callan, and everything just rolled out. They were shaking, afraid that they were going to end up with their skull broken in against the side of a tub. Or perhaps shot down by unseen shooters? Perhaps even something so horrible that they couldn't even imagine it.

Saoge froze when they realized what they had said as the daemon repeated it as a question. It hadn't meant to come out like that, and yet here they were. It felt like everyone was tucking them in a different direction and being they weren't free anymore they couldn't just ignore it. As the daemon bid his farewell, something in the seraph made them hurry over, grabbing onto the back of his shirt and hiding their forehead against their back. They were shivering from being this close, but Callan was the only sliver of hope they could ever have. "I thought," they muttered, but the daemon would be able to hear them with no trouble, "I though if I did this, then you would let me go see my friend." Was it really so strange at this point that Saige was willing to sacrifice themselves to help others? Perhaps they were naive. "Please .. please, it's been too long since I've checked up on him," they were crying again, ther shoulders trembling from a mixture of sorrow and fear. "He's the only family I have .. I can't loose him .. please," they just kept pleading. Whatever Callan wanted, they would do. "You can have my body and soul, just let me see him," they knew they were in no position to ask for anything, but they had done as they had been told. They hadn't even been scolded or done something out of order the whole week. "Callan," speaking his name as if that could ever persuade him.

Saige was not sure exactly what to think but hearing their name. Not just their number or nickname. Their actual name. They just let go in an instant. Looking up at the tall daemon with hopeful and teary eyes. The nod along with what they presumed to be an order made them nod, following a little shivery still, but they wouldn't let this fear stop them now. They were so close and yet so far from getting this single wish they had. Once inside the seraph looked around, almost a little surprised to see all of the books. In fact they were just standing there for a second, looking around at the titles, some in a language they didn't understand, but also some in English. They reached out, touching the back of a book that they for some reason felt drawn to until they heard the sigh. Turning their head they saw the daemon sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for the seraph to do something.
They forced themselves away from the books, walking a bit closer as they removed the fur jacket, placing it neatly over a chair. If it hadn't been for what their outfit meant, they actually really liked this outfit. They felt a little cute even, but it couldn't help them in this case with the fear. Walking up, they stood between the daemon's knees, searching his eyes before they leaned down to take their hand. Guiding it gently up, there were still a few tremors in their shoulders, but they kept the shaking away at least. They had suggested this as a fair offering, hadn't they? They had consented to this, and it was clear the seraph was willing to do whatever Callan wanted them to. The hand they guided up to their lips, kissing his fingertips slowly, not breaking eye contact, and while fear was visible in their brown-green eyes, it clearly had a duality of kindness as well. Saige feared him, yes, but they also had a great care for anyone they had ever come into contact with.
After kissing each finger they guided the hand down to their hip, letting him do as he pleased. "Please be gentle with me," a soft plea that the daemon could either listen to or simply ignore. Moving up on his lap, they leaned down to his neck, placing light kisses and suction against his skin. They hadn't really noticed that the daemon actually had a rather pleasant smell, but it was far from one that was calming to him as of right now. Slowly they started to open one button at the time on the daemon's shirt, kissing down to his chest, feeling their cheeks warm up from being so close to another body.
If the daemon would let them, they slipped down on the floor. Surprisingly easily, and actually rather well with the training they had gone under. They looked up, their hands giving his thighs a light massage before reaching his belt. They took it slow, mostly to hide how much their hands were shaking, but also because they needed not to rush this. Though they wondered if that was making the daemon irritated, as he had stated he was busy. If he would let them, they would open the daemon's zipper rather easily, their breath hiccupping as they tried to find their courage. "I can heal in more ways than with my hands," they spoke, because maybe this would keep Callan interested. "Kissing, hugging .. sex .. as long as there's some physical contact that means something I can heal more than a simple cut," they disclosed, looking up at the daemon with soft eyes. Their fingers were edging closer to the daemon's groin, lightly touching over the fabric.

They were let go of, and the lack of reaction wasn't really something Saige couldn't understand. Were they doing it wrong? As their chin was lifted, they looked to the daemon, a bit confused but also rather vulnerable. The question made them freeze, pulling their hands away as the daemon closed his pants. Swallowing they weren't sure what to answer, "Rose just mentioned something of a test drive .. she sorta let it be up to myself to figure it out." That was an admittance that made them feel so stupid. Of course they were not expecting the daemon to sleep with everyone, but they also didn't know how many there were or if perhaps the others provided different things. "I'm sorry .. I just don't know what you want," they admitted, looking down to the floor in shame. The daemon was right. It was ridiculous to think that Callan had been with that many, but was it really that strange if it was what he wanted? The daemon had made it clear that Saige was not a person anymore. They were an item that could be used as wished, and then stowed away for a while.
The daemon then spoke of picking someone in the hallway and the seraph had to contain their shakes a little. Get someone out in the hallway? Was Callan going to watch? For some reason they were more afraid of the mystery of a different man than the daemon, which was odd considering how much fear they had for him. But Saige also knew that they had to obey, nodding as they got up on their feet once more. Carefully walking out to the hallway they looked at the men almost lined up. They picked someone who seemed to at least have kind eyes, though kind was a bad way to describe him. The man followed back into the room, and the seraph looked to the daemon with confused eyes. Was this another test? To see if they could even muster up to seduce someone?

They weren't supposed to know? Well that would've been good to know before hand - it would've saved them at least a good few days of worry. But then again, they didn't have it in them to say all of that out in pure irony. As they returned with the guy, they looked confused once more as the daemon got up, looking after him as he left with a promise. That at least made them feel hopeful, but as soon as Callan was out of the room the kind eyes turned cruel, and Saige knew that they had picked a wolf in sheep's clothing. They were pushed back on the couch, squirming under the strong arms that were now holding them down. Tears in their eyes as this was worse than they had imagined. At least the daemon had been gentle, but this only gave them flashbacks to what had happened out in the cabin.
However it ended badly. The guy couldn't get it up, and therefor Saige had to pay for that with a good few hits and a kick while they were laying down. Whimpering they were simply grabbed, stuffed in a car and sent back to Rose. She looked at them as they arrived, but there was no pity to be found in her eyes. Rather she looked a little satisfied to see the seraph in this condition. Saige wiped some blood away from their broken lip, pulling the fur closer around them as the dress beneath had been ruined by the violent hands. Sleep didn't even really happen that night, they just sorta passed out on the bed, still dressed and curled up in a ball to comfort themselves a little.
Meanwhile the man had given a rather bad report of the experience with 576. They had been described as rude and giving an attitude; as having no interest in doing anything but cry; and that they had tried to run away. Which they hadn't, but the guy didn't care. It wasn't his life on the line - not yet at least.