Dog (Prompt #4: Teach)
He has never felt like a monster. Not during the eerie moments of indifferent judgement which are too easy to really matter. Not looking into the mirror, seeing nothing but a broken-bruised heart fused with tokens of the one it desires.
But now he’s nothing but a tool.
He has never felt the lack of his humanity more acutely than in Beckett’s service and he loathes himself for making it so easy to be trained into a loyal lapdog.
But the pain is salty like her kisses and the fear is colder and more slippery than his own eely skin.