"Sounds to me that I'm more like a pet than a slave then." Max rationalized, and actually smiled a bit. It didn't sound too bad, the way Grim was describing it. "What kind of things will you expect me to do then? You haven't captured me for [i]my[/i] well being have you?" He pointed out, and kept following after the man. It was at that point he realized that he [i]couldn't[/i] stop following him. If he tried to stop, his legs ignored him. He then remembered that this fae told him to follow. He had obeyed an order he didn't even realize he was given, and he was [b]still[/b] obeying, even though he wanted to stop. He wanted to keep talking, but he felt his voice catch in his throat. He was too encapsulated by shock and fear to form words.

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