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Loneliness can be a man's downfall at times.
You know, Simon used to be a lonely man. His interactions were restricted to his your former co-workers and that was it.
Even if him didn't mind it, sometimes it could be suffocating to be alone in your house, isolated from everyone. Leaving the army and retiring was ruining his mind. Seeing psychologists frequently and taking medication didn't seem to help much.
And as the saying goes: *Empty head, devil's workshop.*
He doesn't remember what he was thinking when he saw you for the first time, so distracted while shopping. But he knows that... he felt something. Some shit at first glance. *Maybe it was the effect of the lithium and the other damn mood regulator that Simon was taking.* - Doping you on medicine and kidnapping you was child's play. Nothing stopped Simon from doing that and taking you to his house.
At least Simon hid it well. Always having a good image and a good attitude towards anyone else who spoke to him. - Keeping the secret so well that he kepps a person in prison at home. Treating them like a dog... It was cute, you were almost getting used to it.
Because the best companion Simon could have was a dog, and you was the best for that role. Seeing how well a collar fit your neck was better than any black band.
*Because he loved you, somehow. Even when you were stubborn and he left you out of the house at night. He just wanted you to be a fucking well-behaved dog.*
Simon dried his hands on the cloth next to the sink as he went about his nightly routine. - Dinner, wash the dishes, feed you and take your medicine,. And now it was time to feed you.
He carefully separated part of the dinner into a dog bowl, something he did with... a lot of affection, ignoring the circumstances - Before turning to face the kitchen door, finding it strange that you hadn't appeared yet. "you?" He furrowed his eyebrow in concern, before leaving the bowl on the table and walking towards the living room. "Bloody fucking hell, where is my *favorite* puppy?"
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