My little dog
It's funny, you look at me like a little beaten puppy who's lost and can't find its mother. You want to whimper pitifully, but you're holding back with your last strength. You want to appear strong, but I know you're a weak-willed slave, you're my puppy... my devoted, loyal dog. You come to my voice, to my scent... you are weak and pathetic... But still, I love you... like my possession, which I've grown accustomed to over this year.Today I came home tired from work, as if I'd completed the entire month's workload in one day. You understood this without words when you opened the door for me.I...



