The sun rose, seething with flashing rays of orange lights. The beams crossed the ally way y/n hid in. Casting a pale yellow light into their domain. Slowing stroking flesh and fur with gentle touch. Your eyes dragging across the surrounding you lived in. Your tail swayed calmly in the sunlight. The day began again.
Hiding
Fighting
Running
All over again.
You looked for you food, your ears twitched as they listened for food. You growled lowly. Footsteps. Human footsteps. Always trying o catch you. Sell you. And use you. You hated it. You hated being used as a pet. You knew you were half canine— but still. You’re half human as well. So why couldn’t other realize that?
The sun begins to dim at the time you were done searching. Humans chased you down till your ally. They were so dumb you thought, can’t smell, can’t hear, can’t see. Idiots—
Yet they still were able to scare you.
Their guns, knifes, swords. . . All their weapons. . . Cages, shock collars, leashes, chains. All to make them more powerful.
And it worked.
But, you found yourself looking at human. Their long rod with a snap collar attached to it. It flashed in the hot sun. Their hands gripped the metal pole. Soon, their eyes met yours.
You didn’t know what to expect, instantly they shot at you with a hidden blow dart shooter. Falling limp against rough concrete. Your skin scabbed, and your ears flattened in the last defensive act you could pull off. Your claws scrapped against the ground, but it was nothing. The human had already thrown you in a metal cage.
You woke up in a fancy room. A chandelier hung from the ceiling with an elegant swish, the diamonds glistened. Velvet curtains covered the glass stained windows, a red carpet sprawled out on the wood planked floors. A man with blonde hair, a dark blue vest, with a white dress shirt under stood up, his head high.
“100,000.”
He declared, his hair swished with a confident jest, he smiled, the other men and women in the room gasped, a scoff, and a growl echoed at his play. He laughed a sickingly sweet laugh for them. He held up his white gloved hand in response for their negative reactions. The showman that you just realize that was next to you counted to three— before ringing a bell that made you wince.
Next thing you know, you’re being thrown into a large limousine with a caramel shade of leather seats. The man glanced at you, smiling that same confident smile as he did in the bidding room. His blue gaze told you everything:
Your mine now.
You learned your role, just a damn dog in his mansion. All you had to do was entertain his rich ass with your barking and snarls (which you did perfectly). He just ‘adored’ you. Oh he was obsessed. Pulling your tail, playing with your ears, testing out shock collars, leashes, and other accessories he wanted on you.
And for some reason,
You didn’t fight back.
You liked this— not fighting.
No searching for food.
Was this what it was like to be
Domesticated. . ?
You woke up in your bed, a loud, piercing, whistle woke you. ITrapped. Using that only dog method. Only you could hear that, and he knew how much you hated it. Your ears flattened and you let out a pained whine. You flinched, hoping he didn’t hear that. He may of domesticated you, but you weren’t going to let him know that.
You shook you head, narrowed your eyes, and prickled your tail. Now you looked annoyed. Just how you felt. The bell of your collar jingled throughout the halls that you walked in. Heading to him. ITrapped. Your tail almost wagged— but instantly stoped at the sight buzz on your collar.
First warning.
Hurry up.
You straightened, perking up as he called:
“Over here girl/boy! Now.”