The Damaged Seedling
Shattered Reality
by Ellie Lobelia, Windy Kitty
Tags:
#D/s
#dom:plant
#f/f
#Human_Domestication_Guide
#hypnosis
#sub:female
#cw:abuse_mention
#cw:depression
#cw:PTSD
Angela stirred restlessly on the hospital bed. What in hell was taking that damn plant so long? She tried to not think about what evil plans it had in store for her. Why couldn't they just let her die? It’d be better than forced rehabilitation or worse, being turned into a pet. She wished in vain for a clock on the wall but her searching proved fruitless.
Instead she tried to count how many beeping lights were on the walls. They had pretty patterns, Angela had to give them that. She’d always been one to notice patterns where others didn't. It’s what helped her survive. Hospitals were never her favorite, and these plants may have technology that the terrans had never seen before, but a hospital is a hospital. That eerie cleanliness, and the smell.
If this were a typical visit, Angela would have found something to fidget with, but with her hands restrained to the bed, all she was left with were her thoughts. She could hear her dad berating her for being so idiotic, and hear her mom’s disappointed sighs. If you weren’t so fucking fat the plants wouldn’t have gotten you. Her dad’s voice was angry, haunting. She shook her head and noticed a beeping nearby. It sounded like her heart was racing. Before she had much time to think about it the door creaked open.
Luminea walked into the room and noticed the beeping coming from the monitors, a concerned look on her face.
“Sweetie, what has you so upset?” She turned to Florelle and inquired. “Maybe we should give her a dose of class E xenodrugs to help calm her…”
“NO!” Angela’s voice echoed around the room, much louder than she’d intended. “I don't need meds, xenodrugs or whatever! I’m fine!” she seemed to be trying to convince herself more than the Affini nearby. Then, in a soft voice, almost a whisper. “I’m not broken.”
“Flower, I think we can both agree that you need care. Your reactions so far have only shown me how much so. Now, Florelle here has given me clearance to bring you home. Be a good girl for me and pack your things?“
“Oh yeah I’ll get right on that,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Let me just get up right now! Oh wait,” she pulled against the restraints. “I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment. I’ll get back to you on that.”
Angela couldn’t believe that they were dumb enough to keep her stuff. Maybe she could still get the information to the resistance by infiltrating this naive Affini’s computer. For now though, she needed to get it together. Who knows what would happen if she allowed those xenodrugs into her system. No, I’m in enemy territory. Gotta be strong, don’t let the enemy see your fear. Once they do it’s over.
It took Luminea a moment to realize what the cute sophont was referring to. “Oh! Stars, I completely forgot! Let me give you a vine with that.” She proceeded to remove the restraints and moved to pick up the human in her vines given her currently damaged limb.
“Ah no thanks, I can walk,” Before Luminea could react, Angela had swung her legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand. It was Florelle who stopped her.
“Are you looking to be domesticated immediately, cutie? Because that is how you will make it happen. Let your guardian help you! That is why she is here. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”
Angela flopped dramatically back on to the bed like a moody teenager. From the propaganda she had seen, being domesticated was not an option. If she wanted any chance to escape this situation, she’d have to behave. “Agree to disagree, but.” Angela looked away. “I guess you can carry me… just be careful with my stuff.”
Luminea enthusiastically wraps her new ward in her vines, forming a chair of sorts, while another stray vine grabs Angela’s bag.
Angela tried to hide her gasp as the Affini picked her up. Vines were supposed to be prickly and unpleasant… right? She tried not to think about how nice they felt. “Not too tight though I get… claustrophobic.” Yeah that’s what it was. It definitely wasn’t Angela deflecting.
“That’s fine sweetie. I’m only carrying you so your body can heal better. I know how much cuties like you value your independence, although I really do not understand why! So confusing, really!”
Angela bit her lips to prevent herself from retorting. We’re only staying here for a little bit. Gotta be nice to these weeds. She wasn’t sure that she’d be able to escape if she was… domesticated. She shrugged.
Strolling through the massive…streets? That’s what they looked like anyway. Luminea took Angela back to her habitation unit in the residential district of the ship. It was still hard to believe this was even a ship and not a city. The place was huge, even by Terran standards. They passed by various cafés, boutiques and restaurants on their way. Aromas of all kinds hit Angela as they walked. Was that…ice cream? It had been forever since she even had the thing. She wasn’t usually allowed that kind of treat. It was a waste of money. Angela was a waste of money.
As they arrived, a door slid open to let them in. A voice coming from seemingly out of nowhere chimed in. “Welcome home, cutie!”
What the hell kind of doorbell was that? The tone seemed to imply a warm caring tone, but all Angela could hear was a taunt. This was not her home. Even the door was against her, seeming to tell her it was cute that she thought she could escape. She’d prove that door wrong though. She always escaped.
“Here we are, little one! This will be your home until the board determines your status. Anything you need, ask me! The bathroom is at the end of this hallway on the right, and our bedroom is just…”
“What do you mean our bedroom? I don’t get my own bed? You damn weeds don’t even give me the decency of having my own space? I’m not yours. I’m a free terran damn it.” Angela took a breath trying to calm herself. “Do you have any crutches or a wheelchair? I’d like to be able to go to the bathroom on my own.”
“I can have the compiler make a cr..crutch? Crutches? What are those? I can give the compiler the specifications and we’ll have it done! And well, if you really want to have your own space to sleep, I do have the space for it. But I’m sure it would be a lot easier for me to watch over you if we were together, little flower.”
“You know they’re like long sticks with pads on the end that you use to swing yourself around. You kinda hop on one leg its… not the most comfortable thing but what can you do.” Angela couldn’t fathom that she was explaining crutches to a plant. “And I definitely need my own space.” To plot my escape she thought.
“That sounds rather awful. I’ll make something to support you as you walk, but nothing like you described. That doesn’t sound healthy at all! As for the space, I will arrange it. And…OH!”
Luminea turned around and reached for a cabinet in the kitchen, way high up. From inside it, she pulled out a pair of metal cuffs and…a metallic collar.
“I’ll need you to wear these while you’re here. They will monitor your vitals so we can make sure you stay healthy and safe!”
“Ya nah… not my color. I’ll pass. I’m actually allergic to metal so ya know…” Angela’s heart beat faster despite her attempts to still it. “Can’t you just like… watch me? Do I really need to wear those?”
“Such a silly little cutie you are. We know all there is to know about your health, dear. And I know you are not allergic to it. And, yes, you do need to wear them. I’m afraid that’s not an option. In fact, I should have put them on you before we left the clinic, as per procedure.”
“O-oh.” How much did these damn weeds already know about her? Was there a chance she could run before the plant put them on? Not while being nestled in the vines. She sighed. “Cuff me then…”
Luminea gently clasped the cuffs and collar on Angela and, as she did, her tablet began ringing. She pulled it out to answer what was apparently a call from another Affini. Angela could not make out the words being exchanged, but Luminea seemed worried. She ended the call and turned to Angela.
“I’m so sorry cutie. We just got home and I have to leave for an emergency. Will you be alright if I leave you here for now? You can always ask the HabAI if you need anything and it will help you!”
“Oh.” There was no way she was getting this lucky. She tried to hide her excitement. “I mean it’s not like I’m going anywhere.” She tried her best to keep the tone neutral. No need to let the Affini know her plans. “How long are you going to be gone for?”
“I believe I should be back in an hour or two, sweetie. I’ll try to come back earlier if I can. If there’s something wrong, you can ask the AI to call me. Oh…the AI was programmed to be used by florets, so you will have to state you wish to call Mistress if you need me, or it will not recognize your request.”
Angela grimaced. Really? This whole experience was going to be written in a book and tossed in the sea when she was out of there. Outright embarrassing, right? “Anything else I need to know?” her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“One last thing. I am trusting you by leaving you alone. Because I believe that you are a good girl at heart, petal. Show me I am right. And be safe while I’m away!”
On that note, Luminea turned around and left the hab unit, leaving Angela to ponder her next move.
“Oh…the AI was programmed to be used by florets, so you will have to state you wish to call Mistress if you need me, or it will not recognize your request.”
And obviously I couldn’t reprogram it for you, so you’ll just have to keep calling me “Mistress”! Affini suck at subtlety.