Host curled up tighter, hiding underneath his arms. He really didn’t want to die, but he also didn’t trust her to really give him a chance at living. For him, living had always been a pain. Being taken from his mother, being mistreated, abused in every possible way. He had pretty much always wished to be free of it all, and a lot of the time death had seemed like that would be the only way.
He had been terrified when he had been taken from his master’s home. He still was terrified, because he didn’t know what would happen to him.
He whimpered softly, trembling.She sighs, stops, then turns around and walks back over, getting close to him this time. She reaches down and rubs his head gently. “Come on. Please. You’re too young to die.”
Host flinched badly as she touched him, whimpering loudly.
“Please don’t hurt me-”, he whimpered, obviously afraid. “I’ll go with you I’m sorry-”. He couldn’t be strong, or defiant, or anything. Because he had been broken to just obey without a complaint, or get hurt worse than he would be otherwise. Her touching him just reminded him that he was powerless.
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