thereâs two potential ways Iâd like a pet to behave.
Thereâs the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesnât know it deserves better. It doesnât know itâs been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows itâs being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that itâs just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.
Then thereâs the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly whatâs been done to it. It knows itâs been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesnât deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. Itâs docile because itâs given up, but that doesnât mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what Iâve done to it.
Iâve kept you empty for a long time now. Iâve let you be hazy and sleepy. But I miss those wild, angry eyes. So youâre gonna come out of your calm and foggy world, okay? Iâm going to make you realize what I did to you.
