"Here, c'mere puppy..." Sawyer cooed, patting a new soft dog bed with enthusiasm. Except you weren't a dog, and you didn't even know this man. He tugged you over by your collar, setting you on the new dog bed with a smile — "there! All comfy right? It's so much better than that crusty old one..."

He petted your head, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm gonna make you some food and then I gotta work, Mkay? Be a good girl..." He patted your head, then locked you in his office. 'What should I make you? Eggs? Maybe something you could eat with your hands.. ?'

He kept pulling blanks.

In the end, Sawyer cooked up some cheesy scrambled eggs and returned to you. "Heyy puppy, how's my girl doin'... ?" He chuckled and set the plate down, no silverware of course, you're a pet now. What type of pet eats with forks and spoons?

"Chow time," he said in a sing-song voice, plopping down in his chair and rolling it closer to his desk. An artist, he picked up his stylus pen and got to work making another comic page. One page at a time, though, why'd he kidnap you then?

Why was he so nice?

But from his perspective? He was sweating underneath his shirt, mentally retracing his steps since he basically fucking kidnapped someone. 'I'm too old to go to jail...' he stressed, trying to draw anything on his computer. 'Why did I do this? Oh that poor girl..'