“Now don’t you even think of messing up your look? What you look like is a direct reflection of me. I can’t have a little man who looks homeless walking around with a haircut. It looks like he got in the back of a Walmart. I just don’t know how you survived without me. I don’t want you touching your face either. It will smudge your makeup. You are banned from making any appearance-related decisions. As you’ve proven, it’s too much for you to handle.” Sara said in a tone more serious than Jordan had heard her use.
While he liked how he looked, the idea of being some dress-up doll for Sara to style and curate wasn’t exactly what he had in mind as a life goal. The only thing Jordan found that he didn’t really care for was the perfume she sprayed him with. The fruity scent radiated off his body, following him as he walked along the end of Sara’s bed. It was inescapable.
“Don’t you just love that smell? I’m gonna put that on you forever. Now, I know how hard it was for you to admit that you’re my little pet man. But I want this to be a good experience for you. So I’m willing to forget about how naughty you were this past day and start fresh. I will get your habitat remade in the spirit of fresh starts.” Sara said as she rustled around in her bag before walking to his habitat. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he was sure it would be nicer.
Jordan knew that if Sara had her way, that would be his home for the rest of his life. He didn’t think this could get much worse. He was the literal pet of his teenage neighbor. This was like some kind of living nightmare. He barely knew Sara and her friends existed just days ago, and now they were inescapable giants lording over him.
“That’s a good boy you waited so patiently. Now let’s get a look at your new home.” Sara said as she lowered her hand. Jordan clambered onto it. At some point over the past couple of days, this had started to become almost routine and that was frightening to him. The affirmation of being a good boy was demeaning. Still, he knew he just needed to wait until he could speak with Daniela or Emily to hopefully get out of this.
In just a few steps by Sara, Jordan was greeted by his sponge replaced with a single bed. The simple piece of cloth was replaced with what looked like a small square of carpeting or a rug. He couldn’t quite tell, but it looked plush. Jordan soon eyed the engraving of the prince on his food and water bowl. The comforter and pillow had tiny crowns on them.
Jordan had never thought Ellie’s words were actually foreshadowing. He remembered her telling him that Sara treated him like a prince and he wanted for nothing. She then coined the nickname little prince for him. Never had he considered she was being serious.
“Now I also have a lounge chair, sofa, an exercise bike, these cute little weight lifting weights. They are weighed in grams instead of pounds. They are just the most adorable thing you have ever seen. I also have a couple of Apple gift cards you can load onto the phone to buy or rent a movie or a game. There are even some little controllers that sync to the phone, which I did unlock, by the way. These are all rewards that you can earn when you’re a good little body hottie.” Sara said while Jordan looked at the habitat and then up at the teenager who held him.
“Oh, I forgot. I also have the cards I made that can be earned. This one says chaperoned outing with Ms. Sanchez, and this one says chaperoned outing with Ms. Brooks.” Sara added, tossing them into the shopping bag as a panicked look fell across Jordan’s face.
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