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The Pet, Part 3It had been a couple days since he reached his new home, and things weren’t going so well. His own fault, really. He had made a stupid mistake, and he had to deal with the consequences.
He’d hardly seen the girl, Morella, since he’d let her back out. He hadn’t even had time to apologize, she’d run off so fast. He’d caught glimpses of her now and again, but she was clearly avoiding him. Yet despite this... she hadn’t returned him to the shop. It seemed surprising, but he also knew why. It was the kind of person she was; she knew he was at risk of being killed if he was returned to the shop, so she kept him. She was scared of him, but she wouldn’t risk endangering him.
He’d tried to keep track of her, look for where she might be sleeping if not in her room, trying to find a way to talk to her. He’d managed to talk to her briefly when she went to the kitchen to get her healing supplies. He’d apologized and explained what he
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He closed his eyes, purring at the wonderful taste of the frightened human girl. It had been far too long since he caught one of the tasty little morsels. He felt the girl curl up in fear, shaking slightly. He was all too familiar with various human fear reactions, but he hadn’t paid much attention to that before. But now was different...As much as he loved the taste, and as hungry as he was, he knew he couldn’t. Not after all she did, not after 3 weeks of taking care of him, helping him recover and escape.
He went still, no longer moving her around as he tasted her. He heard her faint words as she managed to speak again, “Please... Please don’t hurt me...” He sighed softly, closing his eyes a moment and nodded. He spoke, keeping his tone soft so the volume of his voice wouldn’t bother her too much, “Shh, little one. I won’t. I won’t hurt you, won’t kill you. I would be dead without you. I’m
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She was so scared... so scared that she would die. He knew that fear of death, knew what it was to think the end was close at hand. Not by the same method, but fear of death none-the-less. But her scent... her taste... Over the weeks he had thought frequently of this moment, of the moment he got free, of having this opportunity. He had thought often of when he would be able to get a good taste of her. He could hear a soft whimper of fear as he lowered her into his waiting maw.
-----1 week ago-----
He could tell this was hard on her, staying here with him to care for him as she worked to free him. She looked a little pale compared to when he first saw her, and had noticeably lost weight. He had no doubt he had lost a significant amount of weight, but her hard work was preventing it from reaching a dangerous point. He was sure that after she retrieved the cart she hadn’t left the mountain again. She had found a water source, and had brought him some on
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The little morsel now in his hand could certainly help hold off hunger until he could wash up and hunt. Not only that, but he knew from experience, from the multiple slip ups that occurred, that she tasted wonderful. Her scent reminded him of that fact, reminded him of just how good she tasted, how quick he had been to purr those times he got brief samples of her taste. He really did want to know her taste better, wanted to know what she tasted like without the mix of the various meals she provided him.
-----2 weeks ago-----
He looked up as the woman approached, having started to use some form of cart to bring the things she hunted. He believed the rocks she helped move daily might be loose enough for him to move his arm a little, but he was so weak... He saved his energy for helping move rocks. Once she had given him the food, she got ropes and started attaching them to rocks, bringing them around to his hand so he could use his greater strength to pull th
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He looked at the frightened girl in his hand, thinking on the words she just spoke. ‘I don’t want to die.’ He had been thinking the same thing when she found him. The whole reason she had been within his reach was because she had just helped position the rope so he could move the stone that caused most of the rest to tumble loose. The whole reason he could so easily grab this potential meal was because she had helped him escape certain death. She had spent three weeks helping him, providing for him and helping to move the rocks.
And now... Now he was free and she knew he no longer needed her assistance. She knew he was half starved, in desperate need of food. She had helped fight off the hunger, but the little one simply couldn’t provide enough for him, no matter her efforts. And she had put a lot of effort into it; it was obvious she had lost some weight because she had focused so much on providing for him, and because her ha
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The giant watched the woman back up as he stood to his full height, looking down at her. He could see the fear in her eyes, smell her fear scent as she watched his movements. He was very familiar with the smell of fear; humans and terrans alike feared his kind. They had good reason to fear Syors. The woman no doubt realized that she could not possibly outrun him, that she was already close enough that he wouldn’t have to even try to chase. She couldn’t possibly get out of his reach before he could grab her.
He leaned over, watching the woman look quickly for some form of hiding place, although there was none. She barely had time to turn away and start to move before his hand closed around her and he lifted her up. She didn’t squirm much or try to get loose, simply closing her eyes.
“Please... I don’t want to die...”
-----3 weeks ago-----
He didn’t know how long he’d lain here now, but he’d given up hope.
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