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by Sheba Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Dark · #2317869
Your nightmares have just began.
Chapter one:

(At (y/n) please insert your own name as you are the charecter.)

"(Y/n) always be careful around those creatures." I wish I took that advice more to heart.

I was running as fast as I could from it. I should have never gone out at night. This thing was taller and way longer then I was. It was almost sickly thin looking. You could count its ribs. It's neck, legs and arms being creepily long. Giant black and white hollow dead eyes. A mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Paper white leather looking skin.

I realized there's no way I could outrun it. For it's long legs launching off the ground and then I felt it. It's body jump on to my back. It's claws leaving scratch marks on my back. It picked me up holding me to it's face.

"Well you're a little lucky dear, I don't have to eat for another month I just like catching humans as back up. Maybe I'll keep you as a pet until I'm hungry again. Or as a farm animal as you would call it."

I was frozen stiff in fear as I was being carried by the thing. There's no escape. In a month I would most likely be dead.

I squirmed trying to slip out of it's grasp but to no avail, had I listened more closely to the advice given to me maybe I'd still have a chance at life.

We arrived at it's cabin in its bedroom. The middle of the woods with no escape. It had a male voice and put a chained shackle on my leg. I was chained up to a poll in it's room. I had a bit of room, a chained leash if you call it to move around. On the floor was a dog bed, an empty food dish and a full water bowl.

"Truth is I've been planning on keeping one of your kind as a pet for a while and my last attempts didn't work out. I've even got a little collar for you. Your kind does this with cats and dogs. Now I hope you're happy. Maybe if you be a good little pet I'll catch another human instead when I'm hungry and spare you."

It said wrapping a collar around my neck.
I tried to smile at it hoping it wouldn't eat me. It's rough hands reached out trying to pet my head making me feel sick but I smiled through it.

"I'll have to get you a little name tag, but I don't know your name."

"It's (y/n), that's my name." I told it and it smiled.

"Alright (y/n) I'll get you a pretty name tag."

It poured some dry cereal into the food bowl. It clearly wanted me to eat it like a dog so I did. Sticking my face into the food bowl and lapping up the water with my tongue like a dog. Trying to amuse it so it didn't eat me I obediently laid on the dog bed.

"I'm glad I didn't eat you. The last human I tried to keep as a pet was so difficult. I had to eat him. I also tried this other one but she tried to escape to I ate her. You understand what I'm saying, right? I won't hesitate to eat you if I find myself being displeased. I have to go out for a while. I trust you'll be good when I'm gone." With that it left the house.

All I had to keep me from going insane was a squeaky dog toy I sighed sitting up against the wall. I started to wonder weather this was truly better then death. I thought about my friends and my family. I may never see them again. If I don't become a meal I'll forever be this creatures pet.

When it arrived home surprisingly it had some clothes in it's hands.

"I didn't like what you were wearing and I heard humans don't like to be naked infront of others. This is much more to my liking. I'm going to leave the room go change into one of these outfits and do it quickly. Otherwise I'll walk back in on you."

I quickly changed into some pink shorts and a grey shirt.

It walked back in and attached a name tag to my collar it also handed me a pillow and blanket for my dog bed. It put a basket of pet toys near me and then smiled.
"Maybe if I get you more stuff then the last humans you'll be more obedient and I won't have to eat you." It said. I tried to smile amd stood up on my legs.
"No, silly you're a pet. Crawl do not disappoint me. You shouldn't stand." It scowled and scolded me.

I got back down on my hands and knees and it pat my head. "Thanks for the stuff a lot." I said with tears running down my face. I hoped this was all just a bad dream. Deep down I knew this was my life now.
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