Helpe- No, Lucas was starting to realize there was no way out of this situation. He was already not very strong at his usual strength and being bound in chains without food for so long had drained any kind of energy he might have had in him to fight back. But no matter how hard things got, he knew he couldn't succumb to her. He could not forget his real name, no matter what.

Then the beatings came, and they came hard. They would leave his body bloody and bruised, and Duchess would say it was all simply punishment for being so worthless and disgusting. It would hurt so bad when her foot collided with his ribs, which were already jutting out from a lack of food but that very lack of food that was preventing him from fighting back.

"You need to learn to submit to me," she would hiss in his ear, before hitting him again, so hard against his head that he was knocked back to the floor. He could feel a bruise formning against his skull. He let out a cry of pain.

"No..." he sobbed, eyes watering. "I w-wont... I-I'll n-n-never-" He let out another yell of pain as she grabbed his hair, painfully so without any concern for his comfort, before dragging him to the other side of the room.

"You need to stop Disobeying me. Good pets don't Disobey. And if you're going to just keep defying my will, then I'll have to think of more... creative ways to teach you." She left him against the wall, bruised and bloody for what felt like hours before returning with a plastic tub about knee height. She placed it next to him, and left again. She returned with a hose, which she began to use to quickly fill the entire tub with water.

His brain, delirious with hunger and pain, didn't exactly understand what she was going to do at first, taking a second for him to connect the dots. It finally dawned on him when she finished filling the tub, careleslly throwing the hose to the side.

"N-no, no, no, no, please don't-" he begged, beginning to struggle uselessly against his bindings, his entire body shaking head to toe. This only made a wide grin split across Duchess' face, delighted at seeing her pet plead for mercy.

"Sorry, but until you finally learn all your lessons, I have to teach you. By any means." She grabbed him by the back of his neck and Help- Lucas felt himself being pulled forward before his head was shoved down into the water. He had managed to gasp for breath before his head hit the water, but only for a little. After a long time of struggling to keep his mouth closed, he succumbed and the water began to fill his lungs. He went from being competely limb to shaking and thrashing in Duchess' hold, pleading with his actions. Please, please, let go, he doesn't wanna drown, please-

Just when Helpe- Lucas thought that Duchess was going to let him die, she pulled him back up and he instantly coughed out the large amout of water that had begun to choke him as he gasped for air.

"Now, tell me..." she whispered, her face close to his, him still in her grip. "Who do you belong to?"

Wanting to keep that last shred of dignity, in one last attempt at defiance, he coughed, "N-n-n-n-nobod-"

"Wrong!" she spat, before shoving him back into the tub headfirst, leaving him no time to prepare this time. Water instantly began to fill his mouth and he tried to scream for mercy which only let more water in, drowning him faster. He gasped and gasped for air for what must've been ages before finally, finally, she let him resurface again.

"Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" she hissed, puncuating every word by shaking his whole body. He sobbed, face flushed from a lack of air and a lack of dignity. He was so ashamed, he felt lower than dirt right now. And absolutely disgusted at what he was going to say.

"You..." he choked, not making eye contact. "I b-b-belong to... you... D-D-Duchess..." he was so desperate not to be put under agani, he was willing to go along with what she wanted to hear. And she scowled.

"You don't get to call me by name anymore, you filth. I am your Master and you are my Helper. You are to call me Ma'am from now on."

When he took too long to correct his mistake, she shoved his head down again and he felt his heart lurch into his stomach.

It must have been hours. It could have been a day for all he could tell, but after awhile the water torture ceased and he was thrown to the ground several feet away from the tub. His whole body shook with shame and fear, as he gasped for air.

"P-p-p-please... s-s-s-stop... please, please, please, please-" he begged, holding himself in an attempt to cease his shaking. "S-s-s-stop... please-" His pleading was cut off with a kick to his ribs, and he groaned in pain.

"I don't care how many times I have to teach you this, but you will learn. You will submit your entire being to me, no matter how many times it takes to get it through your thick skull."

She bent down on one knee, leaning over the smaller angel's cowering form, taking it in for a moment before swooping in and wrapping one hand around his neck. Not enough to prohibit him from speaking but enough to make him whimper in pain.

"So let me ask again..." she drawled, eyes staring at him possessively. "Who do you belong to?"

"Y-y-you..." The grip on his throat tightened and he whined in pain.

"You what?" Duchess hissed, eyes narrowing.

"Y-y-y-you, M-m-ma'am..."

"And what are you to me?"

"I-I-I'm your h-h-helper, n-n-not a person..."

The woman purred contentendly, her entire demeanour changing for just a second. She was clearly pleased with her work and that improved her mood in the slightest way.

"You know I'm doing this because I love you, right?" she murmured, grip easing ever so slightly. "I'm only doing this to teach you to show you your place, right?"

He shuddered, shaking in fear under her. "R-r-right..."

She smiled, before leaving to get something from upstairs after making sure to restrain him against the wall again.

When she returned, she was holding something that smelled sweet and good. It took Lu-Helper a moment to recall what it was. Food. His eyes instantly filled with desperation and hope.

He didn't recognize what it was, but it tasted so good as she fed it to him he didn't care. Anything, any food at all at this point wsas more than just a blessing, it was a miracle. It was a luxury.

"Good pets get rewards, bad pets get punished." She moved a single hair out of his eyes, and the gesture could've almost been seen as sweet had she been anyone else. "And no matter how long it takes, I will get you... to understand that."

Helper nodded.