Attention: this chapter contains panic attacks, anxiety and nudity
Pov zigmunt
The days passed, Flex was still very afraid to be close to me, I would go in before working to feed him and I would insist that he eat at least half of the bowl
He still ate little, snarled and hit me a lot, I sometimes scolded him, repainted "no" with a tougher neighbor, he stopped a little and trembled, but it didn't last long until he hit again
Flex was also resistant to bathing, it was still one of the worst parts of the day
Also, he didn’t touch his toys or anywhere in his room, the only thing he touched were the balls to play with humans, I tried to play with him and threw the ball, but he didn’t interact
At times, I felt very sad when I came to check if he was still sleeping at night, and to notice that he was curled up in the corner of his crib, shivering, afraid and a little cold.
Even under the covers, he was tense and scared when I approached
But ... I can see the change in his behavior, even though it's almost imperceptible
He would let me take him to put on his chair at mealtime
And looking around the cameras at my work, I see how he walks around his room looking at the corners, recognizing his new territory
Those little actions made me feel like he was getting a little bit more comfortable
And tonight he would be a little bit more in the room, because Tora and his human are coming to my house today
Tora sometimes thinks I should be a little more rigid with Flex, but when I look at my little human's face, it is very difficult not to give in to his wishes
... I come home from work and I go to the flex room so he knows I arrived
I open the door slowly so I don't scare you
He was under the crib again, lying looking at me, he does nothing when he observes that I arrived
-flex, today we have guests here in our house, let's get ready? -l speak with a calm tone
Flex just move to the bottom of the crib, snarling a little
I adjust myself in my room and I'm ready to go flex again in your room
I kneel on the floor to look at the little face that has accumulated under the crib
He snarls and yells at me - we’re flexing, you know this is your time to bathe in the day, every day we do that, now let’s have a little friend of yours coming
I slowly stretch, he tries to push my arm until my hand grips under his arms
With a shrill scream, flex is taken from the concrete and we go to the bathroom, his bathtub was already ready
I quickly take off his clothes and bathe him, he is quiet and tense, but he doesn't scream which is already a good thing
After going back to his room I get a pair of pants and a jacket to put on him
He seems to be observing the different clothes well, and even making his face a little angry for an expression of curiosity.
I hand him the shirt, he sticks and analyzes it and meanwhile I lift him to his feet, and put his pants on him
He pulls his legs trying to get loose, but nothing that a little strength of mine doesn't solve
Putting on his shirt was easier, he was already used to it
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Bad little human pet
General Fiction(The cover of the story and the cover of some chapters were drawn by me) Miguel was 14 years old when he woke up in a dark night at his house to drink a glass of water, he goes down the stairs, noting that the light in the room was on at that time...
