Rifle x human!Mill: Flashbacks

Rifle was quiet, simply taking in the woman as she looked back at him. There was a long moment of silence before he nodded, "Alright," he said simply, "Would you like to come home with me?" he asked. In his mind, he was wondering what the hell he was thinking. He had little room in his life for a human since he was gone most of the time already. He couldn't even see himself owning her in the first place.

Mill blinked at the man and looked up to him as if he were mad. "I- excuse me?" She asked with a bit of a disgusted tone, but stalled. Was he trying to get her out of this place? "Why?" She asked simply, her tone softening, and her posture relaxing... even if it was only by a little bit. In this situation, the promise of freedom seemed too promising to be true... but the woman would take every chance she got...

Rifle chuckled, "I'm asking myself the same thing. I told myself i would never own a slave," he leaned forward and eyed her, "But you remind me of myself when i was a few thousand years old. Stuck in an unfamiliar place, no one to help you out. Maybe I'm just getting lonely," he sighed, "I wont force you to come with me. You wont be treated like you have no voice. Youre a person in my household, and ill do what i can to make you comfortable. Including getting rid of that," he huffed, gesturing to her chip.

Though Mill was skeptical, and still wary of this whole situation- she sat still and listened to the man talk. She was patient with his words, but slowly they started to work their way into her head. It all sounded so good, or most of it anyways. "I don't want to be a slave, nor a pet." The woman spoke lowly. "But I do not wish to be a prisoner either; trapped in a box." she sighed and put her hand against her chest. It hurt so bad... she felt like she was going to be ill, but she looked up, then back down to the chip in her hand. "Fine... if you can get rid of this, I will go with you." Though the promise of freedom now seemed like it was just moments away from being realized, Mill was still very uneasy, and she wasn't sure how this would turn out.

Rifle nodded, "I'll let the guard know," he said simply as he stood up and exited the room. The clerk seemed surprised that he wanted to buy Mill, but after some persuasion, rifle had handed over his credits and took the collar and leash that was required for a red. He went back to the room, staring at the leash with a frown before he simply set it aside, "Lets go. I'll take you home," he promised, holding out his hand.

The woman waited, and waited. Every second that passed let her brain wander and think over what was happening, and the strangest thing started to happen. The longer that Mill was left in the room by herself, the more she began to think that maybe that man was not going to come back to her. It left a sinking feeling in her chest to know that the closest she had been to becoming a person again just up and walked away. That hit her heavily, and it genuinely... scared her.

The door cracked open, and Mill picked herself up from her slump, looking back to the man as he had come back! She looked to what appeared to be a collar and leash in his hand. Her heart sank, but she watched as he set it aside and reached his hand out to her. Without any further thought; she reached out to his hand and grasped it tightly. "Get me out of this God forsaken place."

Mill stopped and watched as the man's body started to move and shift in extremely odd ways. Her face went from neutral, to surprised, and then horribly disgusted as she watched his form change into that of something that was not humanoid at all! It looked like a massive dragon, with a long neck, strong arms and large wings. She looked at the creature as it's tail swayed and wings rustled. So wait? He wanted her to come with him like that. "You're a dragon." she said bluntly and very cautiously walked over him to touch his wing. It was soft, much like human skin; and warm to the touch. What a strange creature.

Eventually the woman worked up the courage to clamber onto the creature's neck; sitting like she would upon a horseback. She felt... strange that she was riding on the back of a creature that was once a man, or maybe the man was just the creature?