Hound

16

Overusing things diminishes its meaning. Its value.

Sorta like the words I love you today. They've lost their meaning. They've lost their value.

Wendy f***s. It's what she does. s*x has lost it's meaning to her. To get her to be mine, I have wriggle my way into her mind, then into her heart.

Do I love Wendy?

I'm not sure. I'm not sure it matters.

But, if there was a world with her next to me, I wouldn't want to live there. I could. But I wouldn't want to.

To me, that's all that matters.

She's gone off to work. I wonder if she notices? She comes home to me. This is her home now, in her heart.

She goes to work, and she comes back here.

But I need more. I need more to anchor her to me. To make me a permanent fixure in her heart.

What?

Not a child. That's too complicationed, and cruel, even for me.

So what? What would compell her to stay with me of her own volition? It can't be forced. Can't be coerced or threatened.

She'd just despise me, and most likely kill me.

I could give her my thtone but...no. no, that'd make her leave. Once she got the power I still possess, she'd discard me.

It's the type person she is. Power would only weaken any feeling she may have for me.

So what. What makes her stay?

It hits me. The less of a threat a person is, the longer she keeps them around. Take her little friends from high school, as an example.

Without her, they're pretty much powerless. They revolve around d her, and with a hive mind, they've discarded their own thoughts, letting her, think for them.

They've been with her since high school.

Heh. That's how I keep her. I do what she wants. I need to become non-threatening.

Right now, it's safe to say she doesn't know about me being the Seventh King.

But I'm still an unknown, and physically, at the very least I have an advantage.

My purpose in her life is for her s****l pleasure. If I can't satisfy her, she'll get rid of me.

So then...I stare at my ceiling.

It seems the best course of action would be to be her pet.

Little by little I'll eek a place into her heart, before she even realizes it. And then I'll keep her, forever.

My lips curve upwards. My heart pounds.

Only issue? That's almost opposite of my personality. I can't just change out of the blue. It needs to be a process.

That just might work. I start researching.

***

She comes home, a few hours later.

“Hey! Hound, please tell me you fixed some food.”

I shoot her look. “f**k no. Order something.”

She rolls her eyes, taking her shoes off.

“This is some bullshit!" She exclaims, sitting on the couch. I sit beside her, laying my head in her lap.

“What do you want?” I ask nonchalantly.

She puts one arm over her eyes, in my hair.

“Chinese, I guess.”

“Egg Foo young, beef lo mein, sesame chicken?” I recite.

“God yes.” she presses a kiss against my lips.

Her stomach makes a weird alien noise. “I can go pick up? I have to go out for a minute anyway?”

She nods, sighing.

I look at her. “Tough day?”

She nods.

I kiss her belly. “Hm. Well, I'm gonna go. Gimme your card."

She offers it silently. She must really have had a really rough day. She always makes me pay for things.

“I'll be back! Don't eat my snacks!”

I rush out of the door. The Chinese place is right up the street so we eat that most of time.

I smile. My belly feels funny. I must be hungry too.