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- Teen Wolf (TV) (2)
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“Please don’t be cracked, I really can’t afford a new phone right now, please, for the love of God, please don’t be cracked…” He pleaded quietly under his breath, covering his eyes with his free hand. He nervously peeked out from behind his fingers to look at his screen, but before he could get a good look, he was yanked backward violently, his phone tumbling from his hand again.
He yelped in shock, one hand flying up to protect his head while the other flew down to his hip to pry the grip off of him. He opened his mouth to scream, but before he could get out much sound, something absolutely foul-tasting was shoved into his mouth as a rough cloth was pressed heavily over his nose. He gagged harshly, the sharp taste of the object cutting off his breath as he struggled desperately against the hold pinning him in place.
He whimpered, his muscles straining with the effort. It felt like a bunch of very pissed off hornets were stinging the inside of his mouth repeatedly. His vision turned staticy, pulsing and frayed at the edges, and his limbs felt like they had been filled with lead.
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Morgan opened the file and began explaining the details of his test results. She spoke clearly, ensuring Stiles understood each part. His scores indicated a need for a firm but understanding Dom, which wasn’t extremely common these days, but it wasn’t unheard of.
“Your results show that you are a high-needs sub, but that’s not something to be worried about,” Morgan explained. “It simply means you require a bit more attention and guidance from your dom. Your Dom will be able to explain more of what that means and how he can help you later.”
Stiles nodded, shifting in his seat, trying to get a peek at the folder his social worker was holding. “Do you know who my Dom is?”
Morgan’s expression softened, sympathy flickering in her eyes. “I do,” she said simply, her voice gentle. “But let’s focus on your placement first, okay?”
Stiles frowned, feeling a bit frustrated. It felt weird to know that she wouldn’t tell him who his Dom was. It felt wrong, almost, though he knew arguing with Morgan wouldn’t get him anywhere. He pressed his lips together, forcing himself to nod in agreement.
“Okay,” he muttered quietly, disappointment evident in his voice.