Little Albert:

Simone’s Notes:

In a BDSM context, a collar is a device of any material placed around the neck of the submissive partner. It is also a term used to show ownership of one partner by another. A person wearing a collar to symbolize their relationship with another is said to be collared. Some people conduct formal "collaring ceremonies," which are regarded as effectively solemnizing their relationship in a similar way as a marriage ceremony. The standard form of a collar is a black leather band around the neck and often has metal D-rings added to allow the attachment of a leash. Collars may be used in role-playing games involving humiliation because they have connotations of control and pet-like status, especially when worn with a leash.

Alex slowly awoke to darkness. He felt cold all over. “Where am I?” he thought. The boy shivered all over. “So cold…” he thought. Then, he felt cold drips onto his face. Alex fully opened his eyes. He still couldn’t see anything at all.

“Good, you’re awake, my little pet!” a dark voice cooed. The lamb trembled in fear all over. He knew that voice too well. His eyes trailed upwards once more. An automail hand was too close in his view.

“What do you want, Edward?” he asked. “Leave me alone!” A sharp kick entered his side. Alex breathed in with deep pain. He shut his eyes tight again.

“Forgive me!” the lamb pleaded. “I was out of line. I don’t mean to talk down to you like that!” Another kick came into the side. Alex breathed in pain again. This time, he said nothing.

“Good boy,” Edward hissed. The lamb winced as a response.

“Now get up!” the Fallen Alchemist ordered. Alex lied there for a second in terror. He didn’t like where this was going. But yet, he knew what would happen if he didn’t comply. So, the lamb tried to push himself up to sitting. However, his injuries made it difficult for him to do so. Alex heard a small snicker in the darkness. Edward was mocking him in his hand.

“Pathetic!” his captor hissed at him. Alex felt cold automail close around his arm as he was violently yanked into a sitting position. The automail freed itself grasp from the damaged flesh. Such a pathetic, helpless soul. Now, the fun could begin.

Alex had barely settled in when the bright lights flashed heavily in his eyes. The lamb squinted to try and see everything. Edward stood in front of him, watching.

Fifty Questions start… Start!

“Little Lamb, do you know who made you?”

“What do you mean?” SMACK! Alex just received another bruise of the lips. He breathed heavily through his nose in pain. Edward sneered at him.

“I ask the questions here, not you! Got me!” Alex only whimpered in pain at him. That didn’t do it for Edward, apparently. He felt another automail punch to his jaw. Alex yelped aloud as a result. A knee to the stomach came next. That robbed the breath out of the lamb. Edward looked on unimpressed.

“Take it like a man!” Alex nodded as he fought back his tears.

“Good, now answer my question: Little lamb, do you know who made you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Much better! Do you want me to tell you?”

“Y-Yes!” A snicker in the dark.

“Would you like to know?” Alex nods quickly. Another snicker in the darkness. Edward leans in close to his toy.

“How badly do you want to know?” Alex looked at him with big eyes.

“You really would tell me?” A shock to the arm.

“OW!” A second stronger shock came to him. Alex cried out again. Edward was both enjoying and very put off by the cries.

“Take it like man!” Alex went quiet by the third shock. A short moment of silence passes.

“Now, shall we carry on?” The lamb nods quickly. Edward smirks at him.

“Good boy!” Alex sat there trembling at his shadowed figure.

“Aw, why are you trembling at me, Little Lamb? You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” Alex heard footsteps coming closer towards him. He flinched and shut his eyes in fear as he expected to be hit once again. Instead, Edward lightly patted him on the head. Alex looked up at him, confused. There it was again. The alchemist incubus was… smiling at him. Not in a sadistic way either. More in a kind, loving guardian style.

“Aw, come here.” Edward hugged the little toy to his chest tightly. Alex slowly relaxed and closed his eyes. Here began the cycle of abuse once again.

This game went on for six more days until Edward got bored with his toy until a few more weeks later.