You couldn't run fast enough for the mech to not capture you. Your arms were pinned behind your back as another set of arms held your legs. And last but not least, an air drone forced your eyes open and shoved a pair of earbuds in, before parking you in front of the spiral.
The mindless mantra chanting of the other "pets" mixed with the audio to cause your mind to grind to a halt in seconds. Before you even knew it, you found yourself joining the chorus.
"I am not a per-son. I am a pet. My on-ly name is the one my own-er gives to me. I love my owner. I need my owner. I am nothing without my owner. I sur-ren-der, my auto-no-my." your voice droned in sync with the rest.
"Good. Now, tell me, what's your name?" the madman braniac asked.
You joined your friends in becoming a pet, by speaking the name he gave you:
"My name is Autmn."
And with a snap of the owner's fingers, everything went dark.
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"Autmn...." a voice called.
You kept on purring in your sleep.
"Auuuuutmn." the voice said as something shook you.
"Mrrrrrrrrrr." you grumbled before stretching out and yawning, licking your paws to groom your face.
"Hello, Autmn. How's my wittle bitty kitty doing?" the mad scientist boy... no, your owner.. asked you.
"I'm doing wonderful, my owner, mew." you chirp adoringly.
"Good, because it's feeding time!" he smiled as he opened some tuna (not catfood tuna, just canned tuna) and poured some milk in a bowl for you.
You purr as the tasty meal goes down your gullet and the owner stratches in that perfect spot behind your ears. It was good being a pet...