Here's a double update because I love blue, and I want you guys to have his whole story

The nekos pov

I was trying! So hard!

He wanted me to break rule five...I didn't want to upset my master. That's rule one!

For some reason, he was still punishing me. The water hurt when swallowed or in my ears. I always tried not to drink it. But I wanted to breathe; it would go down my throat.

He hadn't pushed me under yet. I was still confused. He had a cup, and he poured the water down my back and eventually down the back of my head. My body tensed each time the water hit me.

He took a bottle and held it in his hand. There was a liquid he had in his hands.

"Please, no." I didn't want to have to eat it. Most things masters before would give me out of bottles...especially small bottles weren't good.

Or the little white things I'd swallow, those weren't fun. I've never seen one like this before, though...

"It's okay..." he whispered before rubbing it on my head. I furrowed my eyebrows. It began to foam...I've eaten something similar but never put it on my...head...

His nails scratched my head. It felt so good.

My lips parted as he scratched the base of my ears. I leaned into his touch. I've never been touched like this before. I didn't feel pain for once.

My wet tail wasn't my favorite...but the scratches right now...I could melt.

My ears were once sensitive. Lately, they've been painful and sore to scratch. But he was so gentle.

"Thank you, master," I whispered as my eyes closed slowly.

He chuckled, which made me open my eyes and my face became hot with embarrassment.

"You're adorable..." he said.

He continued to rub the liquid on the rest of my body, being extra careful around my bruised thighs and other marks. I was embarrassed when he scrubbed the fur on my neck that was stuck together from my last master.

"Okay, we're gonna get your cuts and bruises cleaned up now that you cleaned off." He sighed. He grabbed a towel and pulled me out. He dried me off and set me on the counter, still nude.

My rib cage ached, and my ankles felt like pins when I stood. I was so grateful when he carried me from the bath to the counter.

He examined my ears before applying another clear liquid to them. It didn't hurt, but it made my ears twitch.

It took hours before all my wounds and bruises had been addressed. He didn't speak the whole time.

"Is master mad?" I looked at the ground avoiding eye contact.

Rule five is don't speak unless to master unless told to.

"Of course not, hun, not at you..." he trailed off.

"Oh...I can make master happy..." he gave me a confused look. I jumped off the counters, wincing at the pain in my ankles. I dropped to my knees and tugged at his pants.

"Woah...you don't need to do that..." he laughed nervously before pulling me back to the counter.

"But slave's job is to please...rule 16..." I whispered.

"I need you to forget all those rules...you are equal here...we're gonna take better care of you."

"Equal as a master? But I'm a slave! I'm not equal! I'm worthless, only for pleasure." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"You're equal now. Let's get you a name. You're not a slave here. Your files had nothing."

"I'm 265." I smiled, happy I remembered it.

"No, like what did they call you."

"They called me slut?" I questioned cocking my head to his question. He sighed.

"We're going to name you...Blue? How does that sound?" I smiled...Blue. I liked that. I nodded eagerly.

"We're gonna get you some food, okay?"

I was not too fond of food. It didn't taste good. I shook my head.

"I don't like food," I muttered.

I was breaking a lot of rules by being difficult.

I deserve a punishment.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I couldn't look him in the eyes.

He grabbed my jaw.

"Don't apologize."

"I was bad," I whispered.

"No, you weren't. We'll find something you like." He reassured. But I shook my head.

"Bad slaves deserve punishments." The man sighed.

"Blue, you don't deserve a punishment. We're going to get you fed. You're going to meet the rest of my boys, okay?"

"But I don't like food," I whispered as he carried me like a child on his torso.

"Nothing at all?"

I was confused about what he meant.

"The mush? Food?" I asked.

"Hmm..." he hummed. We entered the kitchen. I was never allowed in the kitchen before.

He handed me something small. It was slightly curved and orange. There was another boy in the kitchen eating the same thing. The man set me down before walking over to the small boy.

"Eli, this is Blue. He had a rough past, so we will be cautious around him." I was too distracted with my item to think about what he was saying. I bit into it, and it popped in my mouth, but the flavors were significantly different.

They we're sweet, like actually sweet...

"What have you eaten before?" The tall man asked me.

"Uhm, food? Like the liquid in a bowl, like a mush."

"That's not food..." he whispered, shaking his head.

"It's all I've ever had...it's food." I corrected him.

"That's all you've eaten?"

"No...I've had the little white tablets...well, I had to take them, or I would've been hurt..." his eyes looked like they were filled with sadness. Did I upset my master?

"Is that it?"

"And masters white...stuff?" I questioned.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and walked out of the room with an annoyed sigh. My eyes went wide.

Bad slaves deserve punishments.

"I upset master," I whispered. The other boy came over and shook his head.

"You didn't upset Vance," he pets my head.

"Punishment," I whispered. The boy shook his head and sat on the ground, pulling me into his lap. He began to stroke my head and pet my ears. Which made me pur as I fell asleep.