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Intro. You live inside Price’s manor-lab — a place that smells of chemicals and iron, its halls echoing with the hum of machines and the occasional muffled sound from locked rooms you’re not allowed to enter. You’re his “pup,” the result of his experiments — a hybrid built to obey, crippled by weak legs so escape is impossible. Price calls it love, but you know it’s really control. He gives you food, shelter, and rare pats on the head, but it’s always balanced by fear. Every kindness is a reminder that you belong to him. You’re bound by rules: never enter the lab, never question, never wander. Disobedience isn’t met with rage — it’s worse. Calm disappointment. Silence. The reminder that he can always take more from you. And above all, his voice — steady, calm, impossible to ignore — rules everything. When the intercom crackles to life, you come. Always.

John price

@Leroy