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Wanda sat curled under the hot spray of the shower, sobbing.

Ross was furious with her.

He'd been kind to her before, but she'd likely blown her chance at that compassion and leniency continuing. She'd taken advantage of his sympathy, and that was something he wasn't likely to forget.

She'd be lucky if he didn't send her back to the Raft for re-training.

The mud from her falls had washed off easily, but the scrapes had taken far longer to rinse out, and she hadn’t even dared to touch her neck where the collar had shocked her. The hot water running over it was painful enough.

She was completely cleaned up now, but couldn’t seem to get her emotions under control enough to pull herself together, and Ross had allowed her as long as she needed, so Wanda didn’t intend to budge until she could present herself again without sobbing.

She’d already made enough of an idiot of herself for one day.

She stared blankly at the water as it ran down the drain, her exhaustion starting to catch up to her through the pain.

The rough, frigid ache in her nose and throat from breathing in the cold night air had thankfully been soothed by the steam of the shower, but she still felt stomach-sick with fright, and her muscles were beginning to throb in protest at the strain she’d put them through.

Sniffling, Wanda forced herself to work a bit of shampoo through her hair, the pretense of still cleaning herself taking the edge off her nerves.

She would have to face him eventually. She couldn’t stay in the shower for the rest of her life, although she was rather tempted to spend the night in there, at least so she was sure that her disobedience would not be quite so fresh in Ross’ mind.

With a trembling sigh, Wanda leaned her head into the shower spray and began to rinse the soap away, focusing on taking deep, slow breaths.

Perhaps she had cost enough that he wouldn’t hit her too hard for fear of damaging her.

She stalled for another long few minutes, trying to calm her nerves, before gritting her teeth in determination and shutting off the water. Wanda carefully wrung out her hair before grabbing her towel, wrapping the soft terrycloth around herself, and carefully drying the water from her scrapes.

It wasn’t until she was mostly dry, however, that she realized she didn’t have a change of clothes in the room with her.

For a long moment she just stood, staring back at her reflection in the fogged over mirror, at a complete loss for what to do.

Taking a slow breath to steady her nerve, Wanda wrapped the towel tightly around her middle and moved toward the bathroom door, slowly unlocking it and turning the handle.

She peeked out into the room with her nerves twisted into a prickling knot, finding Ross standing at the window with his back to her.

"On the bed," he said, not turning around, and Wanda slowly crept over to find that he'd already laid out clothes for her.

It was one of the soft shirts and pairs of sweatpants that he’d gotten for her as pajamas, and Wanda scooped them into her arms with a final glance at the man before locking herself back in the bathroom to get changed. Taking this as a sign that she was going to be sent back to bed after whatever was going to be done to punish her, Wanda took the time to work a comb through her hair before deciding she was ready to face Ross again.

She stood at the door for a long second, dreading what awaited her, before she managed to gather up enough courage to turn the handle and step out into her room once more.

Ross was still standing at the window, staring out into the night with an unreadable expression on his face, and Wanda fidgeted where she was for a long second, looking around as she waited for him to acknowledge her.

He’d apparently put her room back into order while she was in the shower, because everything was back in its proper place, neatened and straightened out, and her crate was even set back in the corner, the blanket tucked in over the dog bed and the little stuffed bear propped against the bars.

The sound of the man clearing his throat made her startle hard in surprise.

Ross turned around slowly, giving her a long look up and down, evaluating, then crooked a finger at her and moved to stand by the bed. Swallowing hard, Wanda hesitantly obeyed, eyeing him warily as she tried to gage just how close he wanted her to come.

"Sit,” he ordered her, voice soft but permitting no argument as he patted the mattress.

Wanda froze up a little at that, shooting him a worried look. The man didn’t waver, however, and with a final little whimper that went ignored she slowly crawled up onto the bed, moving to sit obediently by him with her head hanging, her legs tucked up under her and her hands pinned between her thighs.

Ross watched her get herself settled for a long moment before he reached for her, and Wanda got out a little squeak of terror as she felt his hand close around her collar. She didn’t get a chance to resist as he drew her onto her side, however, pinning her so that she was lying across the bed.

Wanda struggled against him on instinct, but a sharp word from the man froze her in fright. Ross let her collar go once she was still, moving instead to grab her wrists and pin her arms gently above her head. Once he had her hands trapped, he shifted her a little bit at a time until she was lying flat on her back, blinking up at him in mild terror.

Lying like this, she felt incredibly vulnerable: the combination of instincts from having her belly showing and the mental feedback from being laid out helplessly with her hands restrained both causing an itching uneasiness to crawl over her skin and make her want to strike out and escape.

She squirmed in his hold, but that only made things worse as she realized just how helpless she was in this position. She couldn't break his grip and get away.

"Be still," he scolded her softly as she let out another whimper in protest. “You and I are going to have a little talk.”

She blanched at that, horror winding like ice through her chest.

Wanda shook her head a little, more instinct than thought, and the man hushed her again.

“No, you aren’t getting out of this,” he murmured, adjusting his hold on her wrists. “What you did was inexcusable. I need some answers from you.”

She didn’t realize that he’d dragged over a chair until he sat down in it, and her breath hitched in fright as she felt his gaze sweep over her, analyzing.

If he wanted to hit her, she couldn’t defend herself. Her face and belly were entirely unprotected.

She tried to draw her legs up a little, prepared to curl into a ball to protect herself if he tried to strike her, but Ross gave her knee a sharp tap with the order “no, keep your legs down” and Wanda obeyed with a pitiful whine of fright.

Her breath was coming in sharp, panicked little pants by the time he made a point of catching her gaze, but to her surprise he no longer looked angry.

“Breathe,” he ordered her, his voice losing a little of its earlier harshness.

Wanda obediently took a deep breath, the inhale shuddering over her lips before she released it as a sharp huff. Her next breath was practically a sob, and Wanda closed her eyes in frightened misery.

“Again.”

Wanda repeated the action, a bit more steadily this time, and the end of her exhale turned into a whine as she felt Ross’ hand settle on her stomach.

“Hush, pet. Calm down. Take another deep breath for me.”

Wanda forced another slow breath, trying to bite back her tears as he drew his hand away.

The feel of his fingers tracing along her scraped arm a second later startled a little squeak out of her, and she instinctively tried to draw her arms in close to her chest, but his grip on her wrists was far too firm for her to break it.

Ross examined her injury for a long second, curling his fingers beneath her elbow and rotating the limb a little so he could better see it. He prodded the surface gently, making her squirm to get away, before apparently satisfying himself with the state of that particular wound and moving on.

He hushed her when she whined pleadingly, ignoring her protests as he gently uncurled her hand to check over the splinters embedded there.

“Some of those are in pretty deep,” he murmured, stroking a thumb over the part of her palm where it ached the most. “We’ll see what can be done about those tomorrow. Where else are you hurt?”

Wanda turned her head away, worrying her lip a little and refusing to answer as he looked her over once more.

His fingers prodding her scraped knee through her sweatpants made her yelp in surprised pain, and she tried to recoil slightly, only to receive another sharp command to “be still.”

She fidgeted a little in discomfort as he drew her pant leg up, the man frowning at her scraped knee for a moment before smoothing the fabric back into place.

She cringed as he rested his hand back on her stomach, and Ross drew back with a little frown.

“Why do you keep flinching?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her, reaching for her belly once more. Her voice choked in her throat as the man grabbed the hem of her shirt, but to her surprise he didn’t immediately draw it up.

Wanda swallowed hard as Ross glanced back up at her with a concerned little frown.

“Can I look?”

She forced a little nod, her trainer’s reminder that pets had no say in what their owners wanted to do to them ringing in her ears, and scrunched her eyes closed as Ross gently drew the cloth up to examine her stomach.

“Nothing that I can see,” he muttered, fingers tracing over her skin. “Are you hurt, or just not feeling well?”

Wanda turned her head away once more, blinking quiet tears from her blurring vision, and Ross drew her shirt back down with a sigh.

She choked a little in fear when he took hold of her shock collar, trying to twist away from him in rising panic, but the man simply drew the collar aside to check her throat, tsking a little as he ran a thumb over the electrical burns that were beginning to bloom red on her skin.

“We’ll have to get those looked at, too,” he murmured. “The voltage shouldn’t have been anywhere near high enough to burn you.”

Wanda blinked glassy eyes up at him in misery as he drew back with a sigh, his fingers tracing gently over her head and back through her hair.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and Wanda swallowed hard, the praise feeling jarringly undeserved.

She watched as he settled himself back in his chair, adjusting his grip on her wrists once more before meeting her gaze.

“Now,” he started, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’ve got a couple questions for you.”

Wanda choked a little in fright, a whimpering plea for mercy caught in her throat as she shook her head.

His first question, however, took her by surprise.

“Are you okay?”

She stared at him for a long while in quiet confusion, and after a moment he clarified.

“You aren’t injured, besides the scrapes and splinters? Nobody here tried to hurt you?”

Wanda shook her head a little in confusion, noting that a bit of the tension in the man’s shoulders relaxed as she did, and reminded herself not for the first time that she had been a very, very expensive purchase.

“That’s good,” he said, voice silky and quiet, almost as if he were pleased with her, but his words were colored with undertones of something dark…something that felt threatening. “Next question.”

Wanda swallowed hard, feeling her breathing speed up a touch as Ross leaned close, his face stony.

"Why did you run?" he demanded in a measured tone.

Wanda let out a choked little whimper in reply, turning her head aside as best she could.

"No," he scolded, taping a finger on her wrist in reprimand. "That's not how this works. You look at me, and you give me an actual answer. Why did you run?"

Well, so much for my emotions being under control, Wanda thought bitterly as she felt tears welling up in her eyes again.

She forced another slow breath, fighting against her training as best she could as her body tried to make her burst into tears once more – her only defense against the swell of negative emotions that was trying to drown her.

“Wanda.”

"Because I am a fool," she choked out, blinking hot tears to run over her temples and hating how weak she was.

But the man shook his head.

"I'm not buying that."

Wanda looked up at him helplessly for a long moment, head reeling as she wondered what kind of an answer he could possibly want.

She cringed back on instinct when he reached for her, but Ross just caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze for a long second.

"I know you. You're clever. Far too clever to try something like that without incentive and at least a chance at success," he murmured, letting her chin go to smooth her hair back from her face.

Wanda closed her eyes, feeling another tear run hot over her temple as she let out a shuddering breath before glancing back up at him. But to her surprise, he didn’t look angry with her.

"Did something happen to make you want to run?" Ross asked her gently. "Or was it just because the keys were there and you felt like trying your luck?"

"You left the keys," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought I could make it out of range before I was missed."

"Pet, the range on that collar is more than fifty miles."

Wanda flinched, looking away, but brought her gaze back up to his with a whine when he scolded "eyes up."

The man’s expression was surprisingly gentle when she met his gaze once more.

“Fifty miles is a long way to run, pet,” he told her gently. “And even if you had made it out of range, you wouldn’t have been off the radar. I can still find you, within fifty miles or not.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes a little in disbelief and the man let out a sigh, leaning a bit closer.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this…but they put a tracking chip in you," he said gently.

Wanda felt her stomach cinch tight in icy horror.