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Anna slouched forward over the thick marble desk, gazing intimately at the CRT screen at Ben’s file. It had been a week since he was first admitted, and she had been keeping a detailed report of how he was getting on.

“Day 7: Ben seemed a lot more unresponsive today, even more so than he has been previously. He is showing signs of major depressive disorder. Today, I checked up on him four hours after breakfast, and he was still sitting in the same position as earlier, staring into space. He was unresponsive when I asked him some engaging questions. Only when I physically invaded his space did he react; but only out of necessity, and he defensively snarled at me.

It is my belief that the sedatives he is currently on are too strong and are restricting him too much. After excessive encouragement, I had him stand on the fitness scales, and compared to the first day he arrived, he has lost around 10% of muscle mass, which is an extraordinary decrease within the space of a week.

He has also been talking about some kind of ‘tracker’ in his shoulder; a dream he has been having over and over again in the week. I believe the current sedative he is on may be contributing to psychosis, as externally there seems to be no sign of said tracker.

I propose trying out Sedative ‘G’ as this compound has much more evidence supporting finer motor control, whilst calming down patients effectively. Ben has shown to be incredibly intelligent as we expected, and does usually comply; besides when I specifically invade his space or do invasive things, like take blood samples, he is generally complicit to my instructions and listens to me, and on the whole this has been improving over the week. Understandably, he will have difficulty trusting me for as long as I have to keep the truth of where he is and what is happening to him away from him.”

Anna took a deep sigh, resting her sore paw digits. She had been typing with such vigor and passion that she needed to let her paws take a short break. She read back through her paragraphs, nodding quietly to herself, before gazing around the vast, empty room. Said room had a large table-desk in the middle, with towering computers with monitors back-to-back from each other in sets of two, and unsurprisingly, no windows. Despite this, clinically bright LED lights above lit up the clinical room brightly. Besides Lilliath coming in to check on her, there was no one around, and Anna smiled to herself at her solace. With a sip of her tea and a stretch of her paws, she resumed typing.

“Another proposal I suggest is the ability to allow Ben access to the gardens, and also to formulate fitness regimes for him to complete and be rewarded for. I believe this will help Ben find some form of purpose whilst he has to stay here, but this will also help to keep his body in top condition for the buyer. A potential buyer will see the current condition he is in and will likely have questions because he is putting on fat and losing muscle. The royal family is known to exercise in combat and gymnastics for self-defense, and seeing Ben in such a poor state may deter a potential buyer. They may even question his royalty. Every moment Ben is here and not with a buyer is going to cost money, time and resources. Every day he ages here will cost on average £22,000 in lost value simply on Ben’s lifespan alone.”

Proud of her work, the fox saved the document and started constructing an email to the boss.

“Dear Lilliath,

Please see attached for my first weekly report of Benjamin Cranada.

Regards,

Anna.”

She sighed and shut down the computer, and then the monitor, her ears prickling as the screen fizzled out. She stretched out in the office chair, before standing up, clad in a floral dress today, and gave a gentle knock on Ben’s room before stepping inside.

Ben limply laid on the single bed, wearing just a medical nappy, sprawled out lazily. Only his half-lidded eyes moved and followed Anna as she came next to the painted dog, resting a paw on one of his outstretched arms. He looked exhausted, despite the fact that he’d been laying there all day.

The fox’s whiskers twitched as she just watched the boy; it was like all of life had been sapped from his eyes. The first few days had been a fairly good bonding exercise for them both, but as Ben started to ask questions Anna couldn’t answer, he’d simply given up on any conversation. His eyes, which were loosely on her, gazed lazily ahead at the wall in front of him.

Anna cleared her throat awkwardly as her presence wasn’t acknowledged, her ears wilting. “I’ve asked the fennec to change the sedative over to a less aggressive one,” she mumbled quietly. Even though Ben was heavily drugged, the fox still felt like she was in the presence of a respectable figure; an air of authority seemed to surround the boy. He weakly turned his head towards her, his face otherwise not moving at all, not until he spoke.

“I don’t care,” he mumbled quietly, his head turning back to face ahead of him. Anna let out a small sigh. She knew that this would happen! Ben was an intelligent, active person, and she knew that Lilliath was making a mistake reducing him to a vegetable, even if it was for safety reasons. She recalled her argument with Lilliath; that had got her several lashes against her thighs. She could still feel the stinging on her legs and they made her wince.

“Oh, I’m pissing myself,” mused the wild dog, reacting in no other way than his words. “What a shocker. Anna, I need a change,” he said matter-of-factly, his voice the same monotonous tone one would expect from an 80-year-old radio presenter; devoid of any emotion. The front of his medical-grade nappy started staining a pungent yellow, the wetness indicator turning blue all down the front.

“I know life here is miserable for you right now,” solemnly said Anna, her face falling. “You’re a young man who wanted to escape the palace walls for a life of freedom. I get it. I ran away too,” she admitted, sniffling to herself. “I ran away and I was caught up trying to make money. Now I’m trapped here, like you. The only difference is that I’m staying here for the rest of my life,” she said, her voice dripping with sadness as she fought back her own tears.

Ben turned his head slowly to look at her. Anna had momentarily hidden her face in her paws, and Ben wasn’t sure if she was crying. He began to tear up, too, and blubbed softly.

“I feel no hope any more,” the painted dog sniffled, his ears wilting. “I just wanted to be free. Now I’m caught up in some sort of weird sex trafficking trade. Who the hell is going to have me as a sex toy?! I’m a fucking royal!! It would be a death wish. They’re never going to sell me.”

Anna wiped her face, which lit up a little bit, her ears perking slightly. She reached out and intertwined her paw with his. “Ben! You WILL be sold. You have no idea how desirable you are! People with this kind of money don’t give a rat’s arse about the law. The likelihood is that you’ll get an international buyer, and you’ll live a fairly luxurious life away from here, and every now and again you might have to raise your tail,” she explained, her tail sweeping behind softly, “but people like you always sell to rich people who have more money than sense.”

Ben’s ears flicked up in an instant, his eyes suddenly going wide as his head snapped to face her. “So I AM in a sex trafficking place?!” Gasping wide as his suspicions had been confirmed. He felt the tears come on thick and fast, and suddenly felt a lot more upset, and a whole lot more embarrassed. He squirmed his way to hide under the duvet, sobbing his face off.

Unbeknownst to them, Lilliath had been spying through the camera in the corner of the room. She growled to herself as she watched Lilliath give Ben information that wasn’t meant to be given to him. She rubbed her face irritatingly, coming to her two small feet, and marched out of her guarded office.

She stormed all the way to Ben’s bedroom and knocked firmly on the door. “ANNA!! Come out!”

The taller fox lady stepped out, her face red and tear-stricken, with a look of confusion plastered all over her. Lilliath reached out and yanked her paw, practically dragging her away through the hallway. She kicked a rug out of the way to reveal a hidden cellar door.

Anna started to resist once she realised where she was being taken. Feeling the resistance, Lilliath snapped back at her, scowling. “You’ll come with me, or I’ll punish you more,” she threatened. “You don’t frivolously give away information about my operation and resist punishment!” She spat, dragging the lady down a narrow staircase into what looked like an old cellar.

There wasn’t much space, and Anna had to duck under the low ceiling, and in the centre of the room sat a large, mahogany table. The table had several holes along each corner, and leather straps adorned around these holes. Lilliath let go of Anna’s paw, expecting her to climb the table. She did so gingerly, her tail tucked under her dress, whimpering to herself. “Please have mercy, madam… I didn’t mean to tell him. I swear I didn’t!”

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Later on, Anna had hastily retreated to her fairly basic bedroom within the complex to regain any sense of dignity or person, as well as a new set of clothes. What would the Prince think if I came in naked? With these scars, no less, she thought, her paw tracing along the fresh marks against her legs. She winced in pain, and realised the scars ran all the way towards her feet this time.

Shit. A skirt won’t hide that… but jeans will accentuate the pain, she thought. She shuffled through the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a small, concealable vape pen, adorned with a cylindrical cartridge, full of a sandy brown fluid. She held the flimsy button on the device and sucked up deeply, feeling the vaporous chemicals coat her lungs, and immediately she felt relieved, her shoulders dropping. Now those jeans can come on, she thought, and pondered something in her head as her fluffy tail wagged.

She skimmed through several jeans in her closet. At least they give me clothes to wear… she thought as she pulled out a pair of fairly loose jeans, setting them on her bed. She eyed up a plastic package in the top compartment of the wardrobe. Might keep those horny panthers away from me, she thought, grabbing a white granny-looking pull-up from the package. She stretched it out and pulled it up against her mound and bottom, wincing as the extra pressure against her lips stung a little, but soon she was able to ignore it.

Jeans were a lot more difficult, the material brushing against her fresh scars. She took three or four big hits from her vape pen, and suddenly everything felt a whole lot better as she fixed up her small bra and chucked on a loose-fitting tee.

Three firm knocks on Anna’s door came before the door burst open, the fennec fox standing there with her arms folded, muzzle crumpled. “Your break’s over, Anna,” she spat.

Anna rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes. I’m coming! Just recovering from intercourse that I didn’t ask for!” She growled, rushing past the fennec and ‘accidentally’ nudging her shoulder firmly enough to nearly knock the fennec over. I wish she’d get off of my fucking tits, sometimes. I get my work done. What more does she want?

Knock-knock tapped Anna’s paw on Ben’s door. She opened up and found Ben sitting on the bed, blood coating his entire torso, red fluid flowing from a gouge between his left bosom and shoulder. His eyes were glazed over, unfocused, his paw clutching onto a biro pen covered in blood.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” shrieked Anna who rushed into the hallway, grabbing the medical kit from the communal kitchen and returning, the blood still pooling out of his cavernous, golf ball-sized wound.

Ben mumbled something incoherent as he was barely conscious. Anna wasn’t sure how much blood had been lost, but the area of bed below where Ben sat was covered in it; her nostrils wrinkled as the iron tang filled her senses completely. Flashbacks to what had happened merely an hour ago flooded her brain, but she pushed past these thoughts and attended to Ben’s wound, coughing a little. Reaching into her pocket, she shined a mini pen torch over the wound to check nothing had been lodged inside, but was wide-eyed at what she saw.

She encouraged Ben to lay down, allowing gravity to resist any more loss of blood, and pressed a cloth wound dressing against the crevice. “Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Anna rushed out of the room. “Lilliath!! I have a section 25 over here!!” Her voice echoed throughout the place, and immediately the fennec burst out of her office, high-heels clopping intensely in the hallway. “Shit!! Why aren’t you there dealing with it?!” She growled, glaring at the taller fox as she'd rushed in, nearly toppling over on the wobby ground in the room.

“Because there’s something inside of his wound that you need to see,” gasped Anna with bated breath, who rushed over to Ben’s side. Lilliath ripped the cloth off and Anna shined the torch inside of the boy’s wound, and just under the fold of skin at the bottom of the wound sat some kind of small, electrical device, with two black-and-red wires connecting it to something else hidden further in Ben’s flesh.

Lilliath grimaced, covering her nose with her arm, her muzzle turning to Anna. “Well? Fish it out!”

Anna growled, her nose wrinkling. Lilliath scowled at her, and Anna’s ears wilted back, complying with her orders. Retrieving a glove from her pocket and slipping it on her right paw, said paw squished and squelched inside Ben’s warm, unsanitary wound, one of her pawpads hooking over the device. She tepidly pulled it out, and saw a faint orange light shining.

“Shit. It’s a tracker,” Lilliath said knowingly, and quickly smashed it on the floor with one of her heels. “Thankfully it's one of the old-style ones, and only works within a 20 mile radius. Nicely caught, Anna. Now deal with this mess. I’m going to call up our surgeon right away.” Storming off, Anna could hear her footsteps clopping away back to her office.

She returned her attention to the boy, who laid there, semi-conscious. Anna opened up a bottle of disinfectant and dabbed a fresh cloth with it. “I’m sorry Ben, this is going to really, really sting.”

Even with how knocked out the boy was, he winced and tensed in pain as she wiped around the edges of his wound. Ben actually whimpered when she pressed the soggy, disinfecting cloth inside his wound, cleaning as much as she could, before sealing it up with as much pressure as she could with rags.

“Please stay with us,” Anna’s voice echoed in Ben’s increasingly fogged brain, the pain and lack of blood knocking him out into darkness.