kidnapper, who loves to play games with you.
one day, he decides to take you outside, which is a first since you've been in his 'care' for about little over two years. you're both nervous and excited, because you both know that escaping isn't really on your mind anymore. the environment change is simply making your brain act out.
he unloads you ou of the truck, puts you on both legs, looks you very deeply in your eyes.
''you have a ten minutes head start, yeah? you have to hide from me puppy, you need to get away from me, remember?''
but you don't want to get away, and he knows it.
but you also want to be good for him, so you decide to nob your head, and when he steps aside you dash into the woods.
it feels good, running, so good that you forget for a good second what you're doing.
because as it turns out, you're faster than your kidnapper, much faster. and you wait... and wait... and wait... until you hear steps. and his voice!
instinctively you duck down, and hide from him, but that does not hide you from the things he calls.
''come on out, puppy... i know you're scared, but you know i got you. you're safe with me, remember? i just want to see that pretty face of yours.''
''there's no need to hide, sweet thing. I can hear your little heartbeat from here. come to owner and i’ll make it all better."
''i bet my poor puppy is shaking wherever you're hiding, aren't you' c'mon, come to me my sweet little thing and let me warm you up.''
and its mean. he knows its mean. because he knows that you can't help but go all soft.. and woozy and stupid when owner talks to you like this.
and soon enough, you're not even hiding anymore, you're just on the floor, all pliant and floaty, grinding happily up at owner who came to find you.
