Medicine and Guinea pigs

🌺The word guinea pig looks so weird ..🌺

The bitter drink was burning my throat as I lay in silent fear. Am I a useless pet? Are they torturing me for hitting and being sick?

The room was huge and silent as my body seemed to shrink in my panic, it's to much, it's all just to much.

I tried to slowly roll from the bed, crying out as pain flared through my hip. My weak body flopping back down.

Is this what happens to bad pets? I want to be a good pet.

I don't want to fear Master and Wolf this much.

I want to be kept around.

Please, I'm sorry.

I must have fallen unconscious as a soft touch fell on my head, my eyes flinging open.

Master was watching me carefully, looking quickly at Wolf before holding up a bottle, I gulped and watched them carefully.

Master stroked my knotty hair and Wolf poked a spoon at my mouth. It looked to be some weird food, it was soft and bland in flavour, delicious compared to the drink.

I can deal with this.

My confidence felt slightly better as he scooped another spoonful into my mouth, constantly speaking in his language.

I waited nervously as the food stopped returning to my mouth, taken by surprise by the soft rubbery bottle tip being pushed into my mouth. I tried to shake my head and dislodge it, afraid of the possible danger.

I want to be a pet, not some medical guinea pig for them to torture.

Gently Wolf held my head, nibbling softly around my ear and neck. I held my head still, afraid of what he could easily do.

Thick, sweet liquid flowed into my mouth, I paused any resistance and tried to drink it faster, not realising how unbelievably thirsty I was.

Everything forgotten in a desperate sensation to drink, my body cooling as the liquid spread through me, like a cold glass of water, my dry throat becoming more moist.

I glanced up at Master as he stopped squeezing the bottle, my eyes desperate and wide as I begged quietly for more, my body horribly dehydrated.

I could see Wolf grab another bottle, but Master caught my attention as he squirted some more into my mouth, keeping it a pulsing flow, rather then a constant flow. My rational mind telling me if he didn't do it that way I'd drown or vomit, but still my body despised the slow way he hydrated me.

The flow stopped and he removed the bottle, I watched him, hopeful that he would give me more.

What am I doing? I need to be a well behaved pet so they won't torture me, but now I'm forgetting everything.

The realisation hurt, for a second, in that moment, it felt normal. Being his pet and being cared for with a good drink, it all felt normal. I want that.

I want to be a good pet.

I want someone to love me again.

Did they ever actually love me? How could my own family have loved me, just to leave me this way.

My thoughts vanished as I watched the new bottle be held out towards me, my previous eagerness coming back.

I must have been lost in my self pity for a little bit, as the taste in my mouth had gone bland.

The bottle touched my lips and a stray drop of bitterness met my tongue, I shut my mouth just as quickly. I lifted my shaky arm and tried to push it away.

"I don't want to be an experiment!" I croaked, but still, Master used his thumb to try and pry open my mouth, he managed to push the rubbery teat into my mouth and I tried pushing more and stopped myself from swallowing.

Master made one of his scary sounds.

I froze and watched him, terrified.

Wolf growled lowly at Master, cutting Masters sound short. I felt tears trail down my cheeks as I finally swallowed the concoction.

My throat burned and I felt like throwing up.

Wolf gently grabbed my hands which had frozen in the air near the bottle, he pushed them softly down to the blanket.

Even as the liquid burnt it's way down my throat, my body was suffering a new issue. Whether from the absolute fear or from not going toilet for a while, my body desperately needed to release.

More tears flowed as I tried so hard to be good but still didn't have the strength to stop myself from resisting the foul tasting drink.

Master pulled away the bottle and I lay stiff and still, urging my body to keep strong.

Master seems sad.

How can I even tell?

I closed my eyes and whined in discomfort, I couldn't silence the small and desperate sound.

I tightened my legs closed, my throat throbbed as I whined louder and louder, a pain in my gut.

Was the stuff working? Was I going to be a successful lab rat?

No, that's horrifying.

I stopped the flood, but couldn't stop from pushing out a quick stream, embarrassed, sore and pathetic.

Master and Wolf sniffed the air, looking at me strangely. I let myself cry pitifully.

Wolf picked me up gently and moved from the room quickly, Master following closely behind.

I stared at the area behind the bush where I normally go toilet, the human boy was here, doing his own business. His face flushed red and he looked away as I couldn't hold back anymore on the dirt.

Wolf held me in a squatting position carefully.

I'm a bad pet.

No wonder they would rather experiment on and torture me.

My eyes scanned over the bushes to the human area, they were in the sandy area, I begged quietly for none of them to stand up and look in my direction.

"I'm sorry, I'll go back inside" apologised the boy in embarrassment. He rushed away and ducked inside the house, the door not having been closed fully.

I finished and looked up at Master and Wolf absolutely defeated. They can choose to abuse and neglect me, and I peed the bed like some untrained dog.

They carried me inside, not that I'm paying much attention. My mind clogged with my uncertain future.

Abuse, neglect, animal. That is to be my life.

I'm a bad pet.

Warmth spread over my legs and I focused my eyes, staring in confusion as I sat in the pet bath, my lower body being washed of any memory of that moment.

I looked up once more as Wolf grabbed a towel and Master held me so that I was standing on my feet, turning me around to wash off my backside.

Why are they using a towel?

Does Master not love me enough to clean me anymore?

I closed my eyes and felt the towel dry me, my mind a battlefield.

Master cradled me softly against himself, speaking in his language. Wolf vanished from the room and I sighed. The familiar sensation of Master's tongue on my face caught my attention.

"Master, am I bad? Can I be good? I want to be your loved pet now, I want a home. I just want a home." I whimpered quietly, Master stopping his grooming.

Those words rang true, I don't know why I even uttered them, I've wanted a safe home since I was sacrificed. The closest thing is this weird demon, and now I cling to the possibility that I could even exist as just a pet in its world.

My own kind betrayed me.

Slowly he resumed grooming, his tongue gently sliding along my tear stained flesh. Suddenly the act was no longer weird, afterall he's my Master.

He soon finished and held me close, his heartbeat felt easily through his flesh. The movement was relaxing the sound of it as I pressed my ear to him was strangely nice.

Maybe he can love me.

I gathered my wits and slowly licked at his feathers, the feeling strange and gross on my tongue. Still he purred happily, making me smile now.

I can be good.

I can be good.

Maybe I've been overreacting.

The bitter stuff may not even be an experiment, after all, I haven't even looked at the bandages enough to know why they were on me.

The bandages....

Wait.

I stopped licking and looked down at myself, finally over my self pity. That stuff, it might even be as innocent as medication.

Since when do demons need medication?

I looked up at Master, maybe I'm just an idiot.

I sighed, maybe I should go back to grooming, it makes him purr.

I stopped as my tongue grew sore from the rough feathers, I didn't know whether to be disgusted with myself or to be proud that I was a good pet.

Wolf soon reappeared and led us back to the bedroom, I eyed the bed nervously, worried I'd see a tiny wet patch. Instead the whole set up was new.

Black and white stripped bedding lay on the bed. Wolf, he must have changed and cleaned the bed.

Master laid me down and pulled the blanket over me. Wolf wiped a wet rag over my face.

Suddenly, it was as if my strange breakdown never happened, if I closed my eyes I could imagine being sick, my mum bringing me soup.

The bed moved as they moved in to lie beside me. I waited for Master to groom me mercilessly, yet he merely just patted me.

I took a deep breath.

Maybe being a pet isn't so bad.

🌺The complete shift in views and behaviour was on purpose, (plus she's sick and injured so her mental state is messed up) establishing what her real feelings are towards the situation (the ending) and If your wandering why she's so much worse with her mentality in this one, it's because of two reasons.

1. She'd just woken up sick, sore and frightened, knowing that she was in the wrong after trying so hard to get them to love her as their beloved pet, because she is afraid of being tossed aside or abandoned again.

2. The medication, which she has been getting even while she was with the Markeop, causes depressive spirals by affecting the electric pulses in her brain, which is not permanent

And the reason that she had an immediate change was because the purring helped her release alot of dopamine because she subconsciously feels safe when he's purring! 🌺