Things have been… tense to say the least. With all the spells on your collar, you can’t leave, but your demonic owner doesn’t seem to know what to do with you. You have something of a truce. While they occasionally feed on the emotions and pains you're picking up from anyone nearby, they seem disturbed by the whole process. After an accident in the kitchen leaves a member of the staff injured, you spend the day in one of the darker corners you can find, quietly bearing the reflection of their pain- until your demon returns home. Script by u/a-nameless-siren ♥