Kidnapped (Part 3)

Part 3

I fell asleep for a while and was awaked by John saying, “I have your dinner pup. Come on over and eat.�

I opened my eyes and saw him place a metal bowl identical to the water bowl next to the water bowl. I was hungry and not wanting to feel the pain of the shock collar, I got up and started to walk over to it on all 4’s. I looked at the contents in the bowl, but it didn’t look very appetizing. John said, “Sniff it. I think you’ll like it. If you don’t, well, you won’t be getting anything else, so I suggest that you get used to it.�

John walked away and continued to watch me. Still feeling humiliated, I moved my face closer to the bowl and sniffed at the food. It didn’t smell terrible, but it wasn’t exactly what I was accustomed to either. I was rather hungry and opened my mouth so that I could taste the food. I took a small amount into my mouth and chewed it. It was soft, didn’t taste that bad, but didn’t have that much taste either. I looked at John who was standing to my side and he said, “There, you see? I told you it wasn’t bad. Eat up.�

Humiliated but hungry, I turned back to the bowl and started to eat more. Before I knew it, I was licking the bowl clean to John’s approval. I moved a few feet to get a drink and John picked up my dinner bowl. I then felt very tired and trotted over to my bed. John knelt down and petted my head, saying, “Everything is going to be alright pup. I promise. You’re safe and I’ll make sure that you have a very happy life with me.�

As tired as I was, I drifted off to sleep.

I then woke up feeling rather sore in my face. I had no idea why, but the pain was not pleasant. John was looking down at me and smiled. He then said, “I’m glad to see you finally wake up. I figured that it would be best to do it this way. I put a sedative in your food so that you remain asleep for your first alteration. My good friend has successfully reshaped your face. You won’t be able to eat for a few days, but there’s a tube that you’ll be able to suck your water and food through until your head heals.�

With that, tears began to run down my cheeks. “How could John do this to me?� I thought to myself.

That’s when he told me what had happened. “I also need to tell you something else. After I kidnapped you, I had planned an elaborate scheme to make it appear that you had run away from your current life, but after what happened in the city, I won’t have to now. You see John, everyone, including Gina, now thinks that you are dead. A few days ago, terrorists hijacked several airliners and flew them into the World Trade Center. Not long thereafter, both towers completely collapsed. Over 3000 people died. Your entire office was wiped out and since they didn’t know that you never returned to work on the 11th, they assume that you were there and died. That was the day that the attack occurred and so that you believe what I am telling you, I rolled a TV in here so that I could show it to you.�

John stepped out of the way and started to play the tapes. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. Both towers just collapsed. People had jumped out to not be burned alive. I knew so many people that worked there and now they were all gone. I cried. John petted me and said, “I didn’t know that this was going to happen Matt, but it would appear that by making you my dog, I have kept you alive. If you had returned to work, you would have perished in the attack.�

He then looked at me and said, “The bandages wrapped around your head will come off in a few weeks. When they do, you’ll see your new face; at least the start of it. Once it is fully healed, your legs will be done and you’ll be much closer to having a proper canine shape. You’re going to be a very hot looking dog when I get done with you Matt, and I have been thinking about what to name you. I thought about keeping your name as Matt, but I really want you to have a proper dog name. It will be the only name that you will ever have for the rest of your life. So, your new name is Spike.�

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here, I had been kidnapped by my best friend, operated on without my consent, being treated like a dog, but saved from being killed because of all of that. Did I really have to trade my human existence that would have ended on the attack for a life as a dog? Whether I wanted it or not, what choice did I have?