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She couldn’t fight him back physically, she needed to reason with him.  As laughable as that sounded that was the only thing she could do.

Maybe I should try a nicer tone.  Try to get him to understand why he can’t do this, Frisk had thought.  Sans must have heard that thought too because he chuckled but at least didn’t interrupt as she began to speak.  

And her words lost their demanding tone as she tried to explained to Sans that he had no right to do this to her.  She was a human with her own mind and free-will,  not a dog that needed to be trained into following his every orders and to his credit,  Sans did listen patiently and quietly but when he didn’t respond, only leaning back in his chair, tapping his finger to his chin mockingly,  as though he really were considering what she was saying, Frisk’s  words started to become even more desperate and her eyes began to sting.

The feeling of hopelessness began to settle in but Frisk fought it.  She wasn’t going to give in and let him win.  He wasn’t gonna turn her into a pet.  There had to be a way to get him to understand.  There had to be a way for her to get this collar off.  

But as Frisk spoke, trying to retain her calm and reasonable tone, the panic and terror overcame everything else and her voice started to shake.  And when her voice finally broke and she went to full on just begging him to take the collar off, Sans finally reacted.  He walked over to her and kneeled down beside her.

Even when he was kneeling, Sans was taller than her.  It was just by a few inches but the reminder of how much bigger and stronger he was wasn’t lost on Frisk.  

He could crush me , she thought forced back a sob.   He could kill me.  He could do whatever he wants with me and this time I can’t even stop him.  Not that I would stand a chance, but at least before I could fight back.  Now if he wants to hurt me himself I can’t even do that.

Sans hummed quietly at that thought, the amusement disappearing from his sockets as he took her hands in his massive ones.  She looked down.  They nearly swallowed hers.  His gold rings glittered as they always did, reminding Frisk just how wealthy he was, but her eyes were drawn to the single ring on his wedding finger.  

That ruby ring.  The...fucking 0ring that connected her mind to his.  If this collar has a leash it would be that ring.   But thankfully Sans must not have heard that thought or maybe it had been her subconscious thinking it as opposed to her conscious mind because he didn’t turn his gaze to look at the ring.  

Instead he focused his intense stare on her little hands instead of her or his ring.  

The focus of his attention should have brought a small relief to her that at least he wasn’t staring into her eyes, but all the same she started to shake when he began to massage her tiny hands with his sharp thumbs.  

“Hey don’t be scared, dollface.  Yer my lady and I ain’t never gonna hurt you”