Guilt

Drool seeped into the pantleg of your jeans, as he nudged open the door to the small shack dragging you in and roughly throwing you in blood stained the now damp area below your knee. “Youre gonna stay this time I'm not playing around like this again, I brought you here for a reason you understand” he stood on his hind legs as he growled slightly, the dim lighting slightly glinting in his many eyes. “I said do you understand” he barked at you “yes habit i understand” you yelled back at him which caused him to lunge at you and grab your throat with his claws. 

Back crashing against the floor his drool landing on your face as he towered over you “i should just kill you now, you should be so grateful im still putting up with your shit” his claws digging into your neck as he squeezed tighter, hands flying up to his paw scratching at it tears brimming in your eyes. He leaned his head down snoot pressing against your neck as he sniffed in your scent, “you smell like those awful mutts you guys call dogs” habit pulled back with a disgusted expression baring his teeth.

Habit retreated, walking away on all fours into his little room, sliding your arm over your face to wipe off the drool and sitting up blood now trickling down your neck from how damn sharp his claws are. He left you to patch yourself up as normal, you got up and started looking around probably the strangest thing about this shack (besides the obvious of course) was the random clothes everywhere and the fact he actually had bandages, the clothes stood out the most to you because obviously he was a damn wolf thing and like there was a random bioshock shirt within one pile you dug through to try and find a replacement pair of jeans. The bandages were a little strange mostly only due to the fact he didn't seem to be able to get hurt, you've literally seen him rub one of his paws against a sharp knife just to scratch an itch and nothing happened. 

You pulled on a pair of jeans that had huge holes in both the knees, you will say whoever these clothes belonged to their fashion sense was actually kind of good despite the random assortment of graphic tees. You sat down on the rundown tile of the bathroom spiderwebs in every corner and a drippy faucet was the only sound in there, you placed the last bandage on your neck brown curls falling down and covering it slightly as you let go of holding your hair up. The bite wound on your leg was wrapped tightly, blood still seeping through, “how hard did you have to bite man” you sighed to yourself rolling the jean pantleg over the bandage. 

Opening the bathroom door, the loud creak echoing through the shack as wind whistled through the small gaps in the wood. The front door opened and habit came stalking through having to fall to all fours before standing back on his legs again just to get through the door frame “going through the clothes now” he nudged his head towards me before going to lay down on the shabby leather couch his muzzle resting on the arm rest. “Go grab me something from the fridge” you just stared at him for a moment before he looked at you “or i can just eat you” he bared his teeth and bit at you. You shook your head and rushed to the kitchen, your ears perking up a little as he rustled around on the couch. 

Opening the fridge a head rolled out and smacked the floor with a thud causing you to jump back with a yelp, it just stared up at you with empty eyes a laugh followed your reaction “not that just grab the arm on the second shelf” your head snapped to him with a confused and scared expression now he was sitting up and his head was resting against the back of the couch looking at you with all eight eyes. “You want me to grab the arm”  you asked aghast and he just cocked his head to the side “obviously” you looked back into the fridge your hand reaching for the half decomposed arm just sitting on the shelve, pulling back slightly before looking away as you grabbed it and sped walked it to him.

A few minutes later he was sitting chewing on the arm while his tail was wagging happily, “ya know this is actually really good this man liked to exercise so the muscle is a good chewy add on” turning your head towards with the same aghast expression you showed him before “are you seriously discussing the greatness of eating a human arm to me right now”. Habit shrugged as he held the now mostly bone arm in between his front legs using the showing finger bones as a toothpick “just trying to make conversation” he held the arm in his mouth before swinging his head over the arm rest of the couch and dropping it.

You woke in the middle of the night on the couch to a sharp claw playing with one of your puppy ears, “morning…” habit drew out the word his red eyes glowing in the dark lighting spider two spider legs pressed against your shoulders. “Uh hello” you swallowed nervously, he went still for a moment before his head snapped to looking somewhere else retracting his claw away from your ear as he moved away and dug through a pile of random shit. “I got you something” habit spoke, standing up on his hind legs holding something in his front paws before standing in front of you “sit up” he gestured with his head smiling as you followed his orders. Your eyes looked at the object in his paws, he was holding a damn collar and you’d be lying if that nub of a tail you had wasn't wagging slightly your ears perked up slightly as well.

“Do i have to make you put it on or are you gonna do it yourself” habits head cocked to the side, you looked away mostly out of embarrassment which made him chatter his teeth in annoyance with a huff he reached forward grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you forward. “Be a good dog and put on the damn collar after i so nicely got it for you” licking your cheek mostly to bother you before harshly pushing you back and throwing the collar at you. He sat in front of the couch watching his spider legs clicking against the wooden floors like how one would tap their fingers against a table. Hesitantly your fingers curled around the leather collar biting your bottom lip as you brought it to your neck and fastened it on, pink grazing your cheeks “now that's a good mutt” he laughed slightly.

A/N: can yall tell i wrote most of this sleep deprived, its kinda a nothing burger fam ngl im sorry i tried mannnn. (imma go bury myself now)