[ WP ] You spend years as a war prisioner in a small cell . Suddenly you realize you are , in fact , a dog .

sometimes my captors let me out. 
 
 sometimes they can be really nice, my captors. they dont call me by my name, but they seem to have acquired some kind of a petname for me, a word that is alien in my tongue. 
 
 rocky. 
 
 why would anyone call anyone'rocky' of all things? 
 
 despite their obvious peculiarity, they sometimes let me out, and for that i am grateful. i hate the cell. it's small, it's moldy, and the sunray barely gets through the knotty pine they use to build it. it seeps water when its raining, and somehow the material cant give me enough sun when its nice outside. 
 
 they feed me, too, my captors. 
 
 not regularly. sometimes i get twice a day, the food put on a metal plate that clank just after i wake up and then another portion just before i go to sleep. they do n't bother if it rains and the water mixes with the food, all of it dry and something i'm not used to it. they do n't bother if sometimes the food smells weird. 
 
 but sometimes, when am lucky, i get a steak. 
 
 they can be really nice, my captors. most of the time they just ignore me. i have long forgotten the amount of time i've spent on my time, but all my life, growing up, separated from my brothers and mum, all i know is the markings on the knotty pine on my cell. but ive heard voices, you know. horrible caterwailing, maniacal laughters, and occasionally, tortured wailings. 
 
 tortured wailings of others of my kind. 
 
 they can be nice, my captors, but i know that one of them is worse than the others. from the gaps of my trusty knotty pine, i watch the Monster grow at the nice building just beside my cell. he was small and he fell down a lot and he cried even more than i did when the first time i was brought here, 
 
 but he grew fast and he grew to be bad. 
 
 and right now, seen from the gaps from my moldy pines, i see him coming at me. 
 
'rocky!' he laughs.'rocky!' 
 
'do n't hurt me!' i try to bark at him and then back away to the deepest corner of my cell, but the Monster is persistent, and he has a way with his big blue eyes. he has the power of hynosis. plus, he brings his stick, which doubles his powers. 
 
'rocky, good boy!' he tries to reach me.'you know that there bigger dogs trying to get at you the other day. no worries though, i got rid of them all. wo n't let you get hurt, boy!' he then shows the whole front of his teeth.'lets play catch!' 
 
 he waves the stick right before my eyes, casting me his magic, and then i'm all in now. i can only focus on the stick, just a simple stick, waving around, suddenly everything is not nearly important as that stick, and as that Monster throw that stick to the outside, i impulsively run at it and then gnaw at it. 
 
 one day, i'm sure i'll be able to resist the impulse to his magic, but not today. not today. today he's being nice, my captor, my Monster. today he let me out and even though he bewitched me with a magic stick, i will not attempt any way of running away. 
 
 wait, pause, let me run for my stick again now. 
 
'thereee's a good dog, rocky!' 
 
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 Sorry if it's infested with grammatical errors or awkward sentence-structures. I'm not a native english speaker and I've only recently written anything ever again after a long hiatus.
