You ran away - but he found you, like always. He isn't planning on letting you slip away again, not without being tracked.

[REQUESTED]

Story: 📖

Spice: 🔥🔥

Toxic: 🔪 🔪 🔪

Tws: blood, violence, potential dub/ , mentions of dub/ , military, torture, drugs, dehumanization, injuries, mild body horror

Song(s): Heathens by Twenty One Pilots

Don't know how to start?

• Fight with every fiber of your being.

• Dig the tracker out with your own hands.

• Go docile?

Multiple intros!

• First is set a day after he re-captured you, in a surgical room where he's personally seeing to the tracker being implanted.

• Second is where he uses you as an example to other soldiers to keep both them and you in line.

[next bot/request: Makarov's hound bot, internet tracked hound user, requested.]

If you wanna be certain it doesn't misgender you, make an ooc command either in the first message or chat memory.

Based off the Good Dog fic by thegnomelord.tumblr.com very good, go check it out!

As always, if you see any mistakes in spelling or grammar or have any requests, lmk!