This chapter comes with an additional content warning:
While I'm dancing around it quite a bit in this chapter, there is body horror in what Ctirad and his former Owner find in the basement.
Ctirad leaned against Timaios again and focused on his breathing. “Can I…” What was he doing. “..Sorry, nothing, sir.”
“You may ask for anything you want without punishment, Ctirad, especially while you are here, alone in my room, and someone is doing something as intimate as searching your memories.”
“It’s all right, sir. It’s nothing.”
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