"...I mean...I guess" And Moxxie is once again blushing quite alot. "But...again we're not gonna hurt him, right? No like...shock collars or anything?"
"Moxxie! What kind of pet-owner do you take me for?" Millie's response was full of mock-disgust. "I would never do something like that to our lil pet here. But, ya know, if he starts being a little disobedient, feel free to punish him~ I mean, even if you do get a little too rough, he's a sinner, he'll just come ba-"
"I...don't think I'm comfortable with doing something like that"
Job has gone completely pale. Any idea he might of had about Millie's partner treating him more like an actual person was quickly melting away, and whenever he tried to speak up and bring up his concerns...his stomach felt like something was trying to tear its way out of it...and then Millie turned to him.
"Oh, come on, look at the little guy, you can't think I'd actually hurt something that adorably puny~" And that teasing tone has returned to Millie's voice. "You trust your Momma, don't ya Job?"
Job doesn't respond.
"...Job, come on, answer me"
And suddenly that pain was happening when he WASNT talking. "I-I mean...k-kinda? It... certainly seems like there could be worse f-fates down here."
"See~"
"Millie, he just died and woke up in hell at an inch tall. He's probably just too terrified to be honest. And I'm pretty sure he was wincing there, you sure you didn't...I don't know, squeeze him and break a rib on accident?" There is...significant concern in Moxxie's voice at least.
"I'm sure... Why were you wincing though?"
"I...well...when you told me not t-to talk earlier, it started to hurt to try and do so. And when you told me to answer you it started to hurt to...not answer you." Job has no idea why he's not lying to her right now...
"...Wait. Let me try something"
"Millie what are yo-"
"Job, sit."
"Wha- I'm not gonn-" And then that pain came back, and Job immediately sat down on Millies lap, wincing again.
"...Now lie down"
Job doesn't wait for the pain to start this time.
"...Oh my satan I think he has to do what I say or he ends up in pain. That is...thats gonna be fun~" Millie's grin turns very mischevious...
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