Next part of comic comm for Minako : )

If you didn’t enjoy the previous part I’d advise not to get into this bit since the things will only get worse (: Keep it mind it’s just a kinkkkk

Matt waited with held breath behind his door. This… was it. There was no more time, no more pretending this would all just blow over. They were really here for him, now, here at his own home. His hands shook as his panicking brain scanned every possible alternative to the default: being… captured. They’d call it something else: a lifestyle alteration, a transition, a necessary adjustment, but he knew. He was being sent for capture, and society, as far as anyone of voting age was concerned, had collectively voiced their assurance that it was a good thing. After reading the material, society had decided for him that his best place within it was at everyone else’s metaphorical feet. And it was time for him to be collected.

“O-oh, it’s you Sophee! I’m unlocking the do-”

“Stand away and stay calm, alright cat?” Confusion boiled, quickly turning to pure terror. Cat? She knew his name, she had to. He heard another voice, one he didn’t recognize.

“Get him ready, I’ll do a quick sweep…” Matt’s terror was quickly being realized as he was approached. Coldly. The two let themselves in, and Matt’s stomach knotted in his chest. He nearly felt sick witnessing their invasion of his privacy. There must’ve been some mistake!

“Sophee, please! You know me! You know I’m not a monster…” He begged, tears welling.

“…Just… tell them I wasn’t here, please!” He noticed the other male now digging through his possessions. His mind knew that wasn’t right, but his active train of thought refused to give it much attention. Still, it made a decent distraction. And his calling it out made him feel like he had some authority over whether the man continued.

“What the hell is he doing? Stop!”

“He’s searching for anything dangerous you might have around. Stop talking and stand still, cat.” He looked at her, now beyond fear. Distraught, helpless, and hurt. She still approached.

“Now strip down and raise your chin, or it’ll be done for you.” His stomach really flipped over on itself now, the command given for him to strip his shirt. This was… more than he typically showed at friends’ pool parties, let alone some former coworker. He looked down at himself, heart pounding and limbs shivering. He felt the woman get closer, making a motion toward his shirt for him. He reacted quickly, obtaining a grasp on it for himself. If he was absolutely going to be forced into this… He’d do it his damned self. He raised the shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest, stomach, and back, and raised his chin, feeling a cold piece of metal secured around it. Tears nearly did escape his eyes this time as he quickly put together what it was - a collar. This… couldn’t be real.

“This is in everyone’s best interest, you know that. Just accept it.” Bullshit, he thought through distress and growing despair. This collar. This was something they put on pets. Please, gods above, let this not be real.

“Don’t make any sudden movements. The collar is calibrated to zap you if you start jumping around.” There really was… no getting out of this now. He shivered slightly.