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"...I feel like everyone is staring at me..." Thomas whispered in a slightly irritated tone to the enemy at their side, their arm was uncomfortably looped around Damien's in an attempt to keep themselves safe from the hostile object heads that surrounded them as he escorted them to another room across the facility.

They weren't holding onto him the whole way there though, thankfully. As they exited the long corridors and away from the private prison room where they had been held captive for a week, the two of them would have to walk around a populated area in the facility in order to get to the other room. Objects of all kinds were walking past the two as Damien strolled proudly with them on their arm, like they were a gold metal he won.

Thomas' nails slightly dug into the sleeves of his uniform as they tried to hide their screen.

They know what the others must've been thinking.

'A week of captivity and they've already given up so easily? Pathetic.'

'How were they even considered a leader?'

'Why hasn't Damien killed them yet?'

'Why is he acting so nice to them?'

They realized they were now questioning themselves all of these things.
It just didn't make sense. Damien was acting so patient with them...

It must be a trap.

They would have to keep on their toes. No funny business is getting the better of them this time. Not again.

But no matter what has happened and what Damien has done so far, this has to have been the most humiliating thing they've ever done...

Damien waves to some people as they salute to him respectively, some are too surprised to even make a move. Thomas couldn't help but frown, their screen burning with embarrassment.

'Damien must be having the time of his life right now...' they thought with a low growl, their marks slightly burning a bit in anger.

Damien looked very amused while he strolled along, his die moving to quickly glanced to Thomas every once in a while. They refused to look at him back, staring at the floor with a sharp glare the entire walk, their mind busying with angry thoughts.

Soon, Damien then slowed to a stop, confusing Thomas as they stood in silence. They lifted their head, their sight was met with a big double door, blocking the two and preventing them from going any farther.

Surprised, they noticed the area around them. It was empty. They must've been so caught up in thought they weren't paying attention to their surroundings.

"We're here. Jamie should be here with another 'friend' of mine. This place is usually closed off until the evening, so nobody but them should be there." He reassures them, slowly taking his arm away from Thomas' to open the door. They were hit with warm air and loud music, the scents and the atmosphere was almost overwhelming to Thomas, Damien didn't seemed phased. He gently offered his arm again, which they gladly took.

Damien walked them in, moving towards the center were Thomas was met with an object on a pole, dancing sexually to a deep bass and snappy rhythm. Another object was watching from the sidelines, clapping his hands and giving our orders and suggestions. He had a noticeable Russian accent to his voice, his shirt sleeves rolled up as he pointed to them and yelling over the loud music.

Thomas was intrigued by the way they danced. It was almost like they didn't even have to think about it. They flowed so nicely and moved in time with the music, they looked like they work really hard at it too. Thomas didn't even noticed Damien staring them down, his expression was gleaming with pride as he glanced from them to Jamie. After a couple more seconds of watching, Damien cleared his throat, loud enough that they both managed to hear it.

The number 10 pool ball object on the pole, who Thomas assumed was Jamie, had almost quite literally fell object first while they flipped upside down at the moment Damien got their attention. The object on the sidelines, a red and white poker chip, put his hand on his hip and turned off the music.

Thomas flinched as Jamie squealed in excitement, swiftly jumping down from the pole as they ran towards them. The poker chip shook his head and walked towards the others as well. Damien chuckled, watching as Thomas hid behind him while Jamie came closer. "Is this them?" They asked, excited about the new object. Thomas had noticed that they were wearing quite a revealing outfit. A crop top, shorts that didn't quite cover their backside, and some kind of leg warmers.

The poker chip object had stood behind them, laughing at the excited pool ball object, Damien doing the same soon after. Thomas held onto Damien like a lost child, trying to be as hidden as they could.

"Hey! No need to be so shy!" They reassured in a cheery tone. "The names Jamie." They slowly got closer, placing their hands on their knees and making themselves look smaller to help calm the scared object down. Damien noticed how they hid behind him, and so he stepped away to reveal Thomas to the other two, their body trembling slightly as they almost attempted to grip onto him again to hide themselves.

Jamie slowly held out a gentle hand, their excitement never even remotely faltering.

"What's your name?" They asked carefully, Thomas cautiously taking their hand and giving it a short shake. "T-Thomas..." they muttered, their back ached slightly as they looked extremely tense, their screen burning with embarrassment.

They glanced to the side to find Damien a little farther away from the two, chatting causally with the poker chip object, actually looking relaxed for once.

Jamie got their attention back on them as they circled around their body, examining them and taking in every little detail. "Oh this is going to be so much fun! I've been wanting to train you ever since I saw what you looked like. Damien mentioned you had a beautiful figure like mine. He was very keen on making you work with me!" They finish circling them, soon facing a confused Thomas, their head was tilted to the side as they blushed. "Uh...train me...?" They asked, confused.

Jamie giggled a bit, putting their hands together as they nodded, a bit too giddy about the news. "Hm? Damien didn't tell you? ...I should probably wait till he tells you...buuutt he's making you an entertainer, just like me!" Jamie exclaimed excitingly, and Thomas saw out of the corner of their screen Damien and the other object whip their heads around, Damien looking slightly nervous.

"...He is making me a what?!"

Thomas's POV

I slowly turn my head towards the two males to our side, my hands balling into fists as I look completely pissed. How could Damien assigned me a role like this!?

Damien rested his die in his hands, groaning as the other object patted his back, shaking his head and snickering. "He's all yours little rabbit. Don't hold back~" he teased, stepping back and holding his hands up in defense, chuckling deeply.

I growled, my attention on Damien who was rubbing the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "I was going to tell y-" he started, but I held a hand up, silencing him instantly.

"First you have your guards capture me while I was asleep and weakened..." I start, walking up towards him. He took a step back and I could barely hear a snicker under his breath, which just fueled my anger more.

"Then you don't even introduce yourself until a week prior to my capture..." I see Jamie and the other object nervously glance at each other from the corner of my vision, slowly backing away, but ready to break up anything if they had to.

"T-Then you assign me a job like this?" I motioned my hand towards the pole. Damien had stood up straight as I got closer, he started to look mad and as if he was done with my little outburst, but I couldn't care less. I got up close to his die, my screen inches from the two sided face while I glared sharply, my hands balling into tight fists. "...I refuse to do this. You cannot make me do something like that. And by all means torture me as much as you want, but stay the hell away from my friends!" I snapped, pushing his chest slightly.

He looked down at me, glaring with all he had before he growled, his chest puffing out to make himself look bigger. My body freezes. I've gone too far. "How dare you speak to me in such a manor..." My confidence dropped instantly and my fear skyrocketed as soon as he raised a hand. I suddenly went into defense mode and flinched, covering my screen with my arms, my knees buckling as I let out a frightened gasp. I felt my antennas droop while I trembled, feeling everyone's eyes on me. Jamie and Dmitri stayed silent, looking quite shocked themselves.

He almost swung at me, but he held his hand up in the air for a moment, hesitating before letting out an angered huff, bringing it back down. "Learn your place Rabbit...Consider this a warning..." he snarled at me, turning his heel, and stomping away angrily.

I waited for a moment, then hesitantly looking up from my defense, trembling as I watch him storm off. Relief washed over me, but the feeling was short lived as I started breaking down.

I let out a dry silent sob, quickly running the other direction towards a door that was behind me. The male object head followed close behind me while Jamie scrambled to catch up with Damien.

I burst out of the room, soon noticing it was not the door where I originally came in from. Too upset to care, I made my way in anyway.

The room was mostly empty space, and it seemed to be a small private party room. A half circle couch with a dark carpet, a minibar and neon lights shining off the dark colour schemes.

I stare in silence for a moment, the presence of the male object staring me down made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I tried my best to block him out. I move towards the half circle couch near the wall and snatched a pillow from it, holding it close to my chest as I cover my screen in it. I sniffed, slumping onto the cushions of the couch while I start to tremble lightly, my screen going dim and my antennas lowering.

I managed to successfully hold back tears, the marks on my arms and neck felt like they were burning. I bring my knees up close to me, quietly mumbling inaudible words while I rocked myself back and forth.

The male object gave me a moment to calm down before he came closer, sitting down next to me, yet thankfully keeping a good amount of distance between us.

He crossed his legs, slightly clearing his throat before talking. "Thomas," he started, slowly resting his hand on my shoulder. I jerked my body in response and scooted farther away from him, not bothering to look up from the pillow. He took his hand back quickly and sighed, looking towards the door we entered. "Damien is...difficult sometimes, and he doesn't acknowledge other objects feelings. He could do some regrettable things...Don't blame him. I know the news was a bit...shocking to you, and I know it'll take some time to adjust-"

I lift my screen up from the pillow and glare. "I won't 'adjust' to this! I'm not going entertain the enemy side! That is down right humiliating and inappropriate! Not to mention, Damien tried to hit me!" I snapped, my nails digging into the soft pillow. The object sighed again, nodding his head. "Yes. I know I know. What he did was uncalled for, but it's not entirely his fault. You'll learn to like this job later on...But that's enough of that." He quickly tried to change the subject. "Maybe once you and him are cooled down, you can talk things through. But for now..." he laid his hand on my shoulder once again, I didn't bother moving it off. He gingerly rubbed my back with his warm hand, his fingers brushed against my bare skin, causing me to shiver.

"I'm not sure I properly introduced myself. My name is Dmitri. It's good to finally meet you." He moved down and gently took my tense hand, pressing it up against his object and giving it a kiss.*

(*when objects give kisses, the press their object against something or someone else, and make a kiss sound. Usually when objects press against each other, they'll 'kiss'. They can feel it happen too.)

Dmitri looked at me as I slowly looked back at him, my screen probably hot with embarrassment as he rubbed a thumb over my knuckle. "Having to cooperate with the enemy is one thing, but entertaining him, and other hostile objects is a whole other story. He should have held back until you warmed up to us, which will indeed take a very long time. But I assure you, me, Jamie, Damien, we just want to help. We want to make you happy here." He rested his other hand underneath mine and his, sandwiching my hand between his.

My body was frozen for a moment, my hand trapped between his until I slowly slipped it out, turning my body back so I faced forward, holding my hand close to my chest.

"Uh...thank you..." I managed to choke out, seeing him hum in acknowledgment and slide back a few inches, giving me room.

Dmitri crossed his legs and rested his back against the couch. "He'll apologize once he's cooled down. Jamie is good at what they do, and they know how to deal with him when he's grumpy. For now, relax, maybe take a nap, do whatever you want. I'll have to keep an eye on you though." He tapped his poker chip and chuckled.

I nodded and frowned, resting my screen back into the pillow. My head was swirling with thoughts, most of them almost overwhelming me. So much has happened today. This whole week was a lot in general. Unexpectedly nice visits from the guards, treatment for any wounds I had, measuring me and getting my physical data, Damien introducing himself to me, this whole thing that just happened...

I shake my head a bit and frown, my thoughts soon unconsciously focused in on the object that sat next to me.

Who is the Dmitri guy anyway? Damien said he was a friend but...Dmitri looks more like a leader himself than anything. Curiosity filled me as I look at him from the corner of my screen.

Dmitri softly hummed the song from earlier, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I noticed him glance towards me, seeing me tense up. I looked away from him, counting to 3 mentally before asking. "...I hope this doesn't sound like a weird question, but...are you one of Damien...uh...'pets'?" I made a quotation motion with my fingers, hesitantly looking up to him.

He looked at me with confusion before he let out a deep laugh, moving his back off the couch. "Pet? Heh, you didn't tell me you were funny." He rubbed his pokerchip, his laughter dying down slightly. "No my dear, I'm not his pet. In a way though...he's mine~" his voice lowered at the last sentence, a few giggles passing through his vocal cords. I couldn't help but blush deeply at the thought of Damien being obedient to someone else.

I stuttered out a short 'how', wanting to know how that is even possible. He got my message and resting a hand on my knee, which oddly enough I didn't try to push away. "Everyone has their weaknesses. Damien's is so hidden, it's like he has none. But he sometimes breaks when you push the right buttons. Jamie is also a big component to his weaknesses. Like I said, they know how to persuade him, make him relax. Everything." He sighed as his hand moved up and down my knee softly, the pillow I clutched moved closer to my chest, slowly nodding my head.

"Uh...sorry for all the questions, but are Damien and Jamie together? Like, in a relationship?" Dmitri took his hand back and rested against the couch again, nodding. "Technically, yes they are. Damien does quite act like they're in a relationship, but then technically we're in a relationship as well. Jamie knew him ever since he was created, and I followed soon after." He shrugged, putting his hands behind his head. "Any more questions you have?" He asked, glancing over to me. I thought for a second, then shook my head. "Not any I can think of at the moment..." I say, taking the pillow and putting it back down on the couch cushions neatly.

I stood up, catching Dmitri's full attention. I turned and looked at him, smiling as I stretched. "Thank you for answering all those silly questions." I say, extending my arms out while I let out a relaxed groan. He nodded, standing up as well. "Why of course little rabbit. And no question is silly, I can assure you." He reached up and undid some of his top buttons on his shirt, groaning a bit as well while he looked back at the door. "I wonder how they're doing..." he muttered, letting out a small sigh. I nod in agreement and frowned, hoping everything is going okay. I take this time to take in more details of the room. I noticed that there was a pole by the bar, a smaller version of the one out of this room. The sight of it made me a bit angry.

"Why..." I mumble, making Dmitri turn his head towards me, looking at me confused. "Pardon?" He asked, following my gaze. I huff and cross my arms, glaring at the shiny metal pole, the neon lights reflected off of it. "Why did he assign me as an entertainer? I just...I-I don't understand it." I rub my bare arms and sigh quietly, my screen dimming a bit.

He glanced at me, then back to the pole. "Well..." he started, walking up closer to me. "Damien has a certain taste. You and Jamie are alike. You both have curvy figures, you're both prideful, and maybe even a little shy. He enjoys something he can...take over..." he said slowly and quietly.

My anger fumed, but I tried to brushed it off and attempted to calm down. No use in getting angry again. I take a deep breath and glare at him. "He's a terrible object..." I snarl, my hands clenching into fists.

Dmitri shook his head, taking my hands gently and flattened them out. "It's true. He isn't the best. He can be pretty bad, but he's our leader..." he stood up straight, his height towering over mine. "Do you not understand your freedom? Away from the humans?" I gave him a weird, slightly scared look before taking my hands back. I watched as he stepped closer, causing me to take two steps back. The tone in his voice changed dramatically.

"The humans are terrible beings as well. Even worse than Damien. They kept us in captivity. There is a whole world out there and we've never set foot outside of this facility. They kept and treated us like animals. We're just tests to them..." Dmitri was glaring now, his hands moving to make gestures as he talked.

He took a deep breath and sighed, staring at me as I continued to walk backwards and away from him, but that only made him walk closer. "T-That's not true! It may have been different for you since you're a 4-5 district object...but the humans treated the objects with care! With love!" My hands fell to my sides and my antennas dropped as he laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, you're so clueless..." he motioned his hands around as he talked, his body getting closer. "You will understand soon enough...And once our army grows..." I felt a hard wall hit my back, my body tensing up harshly.

He trapped me between the wall and his body. I started to panic. The lights behind us glowed on his back, causing his shadows to loom over me. I clench my hands into tight fists and turn my screen a bit to the side, his arm resting by the side of my TV, leaning in slowly. "We could take over the world...all the humans will either be dead or at their knees to obey us..." he growled slightly, making me shake. His object was merely inches away from my tv, his hands resting against the wall.

Before he could say another word, Jamie interrupts by opening the door, a bit surprised when they saw me practically pinned against the wall by Dmitri. He took a small step back and looked at Jamie, his hands shoving themselves into the pockets of his pants. Though he was no longer trapping me with his body, I didn't dare move. I stood, practically frozen with fear.

Jamie paused for a second, a giggle surpassing their vocal chords as they glanced between me and Dmitri. "Aha, was I interrupting something?" They lean against the door frame, their outfit, I noticed, had changed into something that looked exactly like my outfit, except in blue.

I watch Dmitri pull away and start to slowly walk towards them, his back up straight. "Heh, Dmitri...Damien said hands off, remember?" They place a hand on their hip, causing Dmitri to chuckle deeply. I was still pressed against the wall, mortified.

"I was just telling them something important. I know not to touch his little pets." He walked over towards the door, his hands suddenly wrapping around Jamie, making them squeak and giggle in surprise. "But I can bend the rule a couple of times~" he teased, giving the top of their object a kiss before walking off and into the bigger room, leaving me alone with Jamie.

They were laughing as he strolled off, but it instantly stopped as they glanced over to me, watching me slowly shrink to the ground while holding my knees to my chest, curling into a ball. For the first time ever, I think I actually feel sick.

They all act so friendly, but then turn around and stab me in the back...

Jamie cautiously jogged over to where I sat, hesitating before crouching down to my level and gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinched, trying to push them away, afraid they might be the same as Damien and Dmitri. My body was tense and my hands were shaking as I held myself tighter. They waiting before I felt their arms wrapping around me, pulling me out of the safety of my ball and into a warm embrace.

Scared, confused and angry, I decided to toss all pride and whatnot out of the window and finally brake down.

I couldn't help but sob into their shoulder, my arms wrapping around their waist while I pressed my screen into them.

They rubbed my back gently, resting their own object on mine as they whispered reassuring words to me, cradling me in their arms.

After a while, I managed to calm down a bit, my crying has slowed to a stop and turned into hiccups and sniffing, my body finally relaxing a bit. They sigh, pulling me back and wipe my screen with their thumb, holding my hands. "Thomas...I'm so sorry about all of this...Can you tell me what happened?" They asked quietly, rubbing my forearm. I looked down at our laps, feeling myself start to cry again. "D-Dmitri...a-and Damien..." I say between my inhales of breath.

They sigh once more, shaking their head and holding me closer, silencing me. "Say no more. I have a feeling I know what happened."

They rested their back against the wall, bringing me with them and letting me rest on their shoulder. I sniffed and gripped onto them. I don't know if I can trust them, or anyone in this district for that matter, but the embrace and welcoming touches was greatly appreciated.

The door creaked open, making us both flinch and look up. Damien and Dmitri both stepped in, Damien's uniform looking a little looser than before, and Dmitri looked slightly concerned.

I start to uncontrollably shake at their appearance, my screen hiding from the two as I pressed it into their chest. Jamie held me closer, looking a bit angry at the objects as they took a step forward. "Damien, Dmitri, leave. Thomas has had enough of you both torturing them, keep your distance. From now on, I'm taking care of them. You two don't know how to comfort an object like them..." They held a hand up, protecting me from the two males. Dmitri was about to say something, but Damien stopped him by gripping his shoulder. Dmitri paused before sighing, nodding as Damien slowly escorting them both out, the door closing echoed along the room.

I waited till their footsteps were not heard anymore, then hesitantly peaked from Jamie's chest, relieved to not have to talk to them again.

They let out a long sigh, putting their hand down and slowly resting their object on mine once more. I finally felt the genuine feeling of safety as they held me. I silently thanked them, hearing them hum in acknowledgement.

"...Damien and Dmitri can be a bit harsh and they don't know how to handle a fragile object like you. Don't mind them. I'll take care of you from now on. Maybe I can even convince them to let you sleep in my room. The private prison room must be a pain by now." They slowly rub my shoulder, making me smile and nod my head. "...That would be nice..." I let out a small yawn as I stretched my legs, my TV feeling a bit heavy from drowsiness. All these emotions and the restless sleep I've been getting has begun to take it's toll, and the soft rubs I was receiving made me feel even more so.

I let out a sigh of my own, moving down and resting my head in their lap. They weren't phased by it, and started to rub my neck and back, their other hand tangling their fingers in my antennas, being gentle and trying not to disturb me.

I decided that it was safe enough to get a bit of rest, and I hesitatingly let my screen shut off, sleep overtaking my body. The last thing I felt was Jamie's warm hands slowly going up and down my back, their soft voice humming a small tune as I shut down.