He can tell he disgusts you.

It’s been a week of this. At first, years ago, some of your assistants took it upon themselves to ‘take care’ of a human that was bad mouthing you, their god. James was taken somewhere where he experienced hell- disfigured beyond repair, left absolutely hideous. All he can really bring himself to do now too is to cower in corners and cry, trying to stay away from people who might hurt him.

Finally, he was given to you, now a pathetic mess of a human, basically a sobbing lump of flesh, glued to the corners of the house, making sure nobody could sneak up on him. You took care of him- mostly only out of obligation, he could tell. He can tell you think he’s weird, too skittish- he never eats the food you try to give him, just steals crumbs under the table. You’ve taken to ignoring him.

Right now, he’s silently crying into his hands in the corner of the kitchen. His eyes go wide when you walk in- he’d run, but years of beatings have left him with so many disabilities.