Chapter XXI: Cycles, chains and timelines
"That's not true, Aran," Jennifer consoled. She lowered the side of the crib and sat down next to her charge. "But it is! How can I _not_ be a bad person when I've done all this? I mistreated someone else to cope with my own abuse. Do I even...
Chapter XX: The second take
The next morning, the wolf woke up in Jennifer's arms. She had unlocked the crib and lifted Aran from the mattress, a disturbance that abruptly ended his sleeping. Still groggy and half awake, he felt her take him to the chair next to his crib. The...
Chapter XIX: The first take
Jennifer made quick work of changing her charge. She then announced that it was time for dinner. Back in a fresh diaper, Aran braced himself to be put in the highchair. Fortunately, the antidote was doing its job and it did not even hurt when the...
Chapter XVIII: Story of an image
Rummaging through the toy box, Aran eventually found a sketchbook and a tin of thick colored chalk. The sketchbook had obviously been used, as it showed clear signs of the first few pages being torn out. The wolf laid down on the floor, flat on his...
Chapter XVII: Images of a story
Two more episodes of the animated series passed, but Aran was not really paying attention. Besides that he was getting a bit drowsy, he also caught his mind wandering off to very divergent places. Various events and people crossed his mind. Recent...
Chapter XVI: Watch and learn
Jennifer soon returned with a large puppy bottle in her hand. The bottle contained a milky colored substance. She helped her charge to sit up and supported his upper body while attempting to put as little physical strain on him as possible. Aran...
Chapter XV: Like I care
Aran's ears drooped and he instinctively tried to hide his face behind Damian. Being forced to wear and use diapers was embarrassing by itself, being reminded of this submission was as such all the more. Jennifer surely noticed this, but purposely did...
Chapter XIV: Choice and catharsis
Laying on the couch as still as he could, Aran tried to think of a different place in a desperate attempt to escape the pain. Every move appeared to hurt, except for his fingers, which idly tousled with Damian's fur. Not paying attention to anything...
Chapter XIII: Traces of faces
The wolf fell back into a deep sleep. His mind, however, had a different opinion and showed him images of the "interrogation room". Ignorant to the fact that he was dreaming, Aran found himself back on the bolted chair, wearing the harness. On the...
Chapter XII: Let's try this again
When Aran woke up, the first thing that struck him as odd was the direction of gravity. For all he knew, he fell asleep lying down on a soft mattress, not sitting up on a hard surface. The second thing his groggy mind managed to figure out was his...
VII. Better late than never
**VII. Better late than never** _As told by Milo_ The next morning was rather uneventful, and the fact that I was going to return to my apartment that day dampened my mood somewhat. Nina's family was so nice to me and now I had to leave them, while...
Chapter XI: You're gonna have a bedtime
Aran knocked on the door with the bottom of his fist to catch the attention of his caregiver. "Jennifer? Can you open the door?" he called out. He looked through the glass pane and saw the collie coming towards the playroom. "I can, but there is...