Come on, sweet thing. You know the muzzle is good for you. We do have neighbors, and I wouldn’t want them getting the wrong idea and sending someone to take you away from me. Oh hey now, don’t give me that look. You don’t want to be taken away either. I know you’re acting up right now, but what would you even do if you got out on your own?
It’s been… months, probably, since you’ve chosen what you eat for a meal, I don’t think you’d be able to think of three of them a day anymore. It’s been even longer than that since you’ve chosen your own clothes. I can’t remember the last time you washed your own hair. If I gave you my phone to call for a rescue, would you know how to use it or would you stare at it empty-eyed, like the animal I’ve turned you into? You should be grateful I do so much for you.
Not to mention all that horrible human life stuff I’ve let you get out of. Do you remember resumes? Job hunting? Rent? Do you even know how much the mortgage on this house is? I mean, honestly, did you even know that I own the house that I keep you in? I’d never throw in your face how much I spend, thats my responsibility as your captor, but do you consider how little you have to think about? You don’t wanna be thrown back to the wolves. It would just crush a helpless little thing like you.
What’s so good out there, pet? You eat from my hand, and I feed you well. You wear nice clothes I picked out just for you and I dress you up every day. The bed in your cage is soft and comfortable. You get to spend most of your day drawing or making things or kneeling by my desk while I work. You used to complain about never reading and now you go through the books I give you so quickly, I worry the library will get suspicious. Isn’t this how you’re meant to live? Isn’t this what’s good for you?
If I take off your muzzle, will you stop screaming to be let go? I can’t let you go. I have to take care of you
