Dog (3)

After Mary wiped down the floor and me, Kaelan left me there and began scribbling something on paper.

Because the chain linked us, however, I had to stay beside him.

With my legs drawn up and wrapped in my arms, all I could do was tremble in fear of what was to come.

How many hours had passed like that before my stomach growled?

When I looked out the window, the sun was gradually sinking.

‘Could I eat a meal like the one I’d had this morning?’

He said he’d treat me as a beast—as a pet dog.

Would he actually give me food fit for a human?

It didn’t seem likely.

Kaelan glanced once at the clock hanging on the wall and set down his pen...