Imagine a puppy that has one of those rope toys. You know them. Multicolored ,usually, with a big hard knot tied at either end to not only keep the toy from falling apart but also for the puppy to chew on or play tug-of-war with. Imagine how that puppy loves that toy. He drags it everywhere with him. He cuddles it when he takes his little puppy naps. Where he goes, that toy goes with him. And on the off chance that he misplaces that toy, he is sure to worry and look everywhere until he finds it. Not only that but he cares very deeply for it. That puppy truly loves that toy. Now imagine that you take the toy from him and play with him. Well now he has just found the most perfect thing in the whole world. He now has someone to enjoy his toy with. The one thing he has in this world yet he let you take it in to your hands for the both of you to share and cherish. The puppy feels like there is nothing that could go wrong in the entire world. Even when the rest of the world around him was full of all the evil things, it all melted away when he was with you. Just you, him, and his favorite toy. But what happens when you take his toy from him? He is sure to be confused. For a moment anyways. You dangle it above his head as he jumps for it and nips at the brightly colored threads. his teeth scraping against the toy. You are much taller than him and as a puppy, he couldn't possibly jump high enough to take it from you. He sits on the ground and tilts his head to the side. He's not too sure what you are doing with his favorite toy or why you're doing it. But it's okay. Because he trusted it with you and you wouldn't do anything wrong to his toy. But he's wrong. He sees your arm arch far back behind your head. His ears perk up and his rear end raises. His tail wagging back and forth at a thousand miles an hour. Are you going to throw it? Are you going to play fetch with him? His feet pitter patter excitedly as he gets ready to play some more. To play with the thing he loves so much with and the one being he placed all of his trust and care in. Again. He is wrong. You lurch forward and bring your arm down, striking the puppy on the head. The thick sturdy knot of the toy sounding out a low dull thud as it hits his head and racks his brains. He stumbles back and collects himself. Shaking his head and the ringing in his ears. Like before he tilts his head and looks at you. His eyes full of confusion. Surely it was an accident. Accidents happen all the time. Sometimes we slip up and we hurt someone when we don't mean to. Surely the one person he truly trusted didn't just do this hurtful thing on purpose. Did they? The bewildered pup approaches you again, tongue lolling happily out of his seemingly smiling little maw, his tail swinging back and forth in anticipation for you to try to play again. You had turned away with his toy, but you face him again. His most treasured possession hanging down from your closed hand. You bring your arm behind your back once more, the puppy barking happily. Your arm comes back around in an wide half circle... And connects with his ribs. The puppy goes tumbling. Rolling like a rag doll side over side. He gives a painful yelp as he tries to get up. His ribs now burning in pain and the muscles on his right side cramping and tightening. As a canine, instinct tells them to look themselves over. Licking himself and nosing his side, he knows it hurts. Yet there is no detrimental damage done to his body amazingly. Looking up at you, his eyes turned from confusion to a low feeling of hurt. How could this happen? He trusted you with the one thing he had in this world and you had used it to hurt him. He lowered his head, leery now of your actions. His ears had lowered in a sign of unknowing. Unsure why this was happening to him. You smile down at him and he recognizes it. He knows what that facial feature means. It's happiness. It's joy. The smile you give to him brings a little piece of relief to him. He raises his head a little and the faintest glow can be seen in his eyes. Maybe there was some way where this was all just a huge misunderstanding. Yeah that's it. Slowly his tail begins to lift and wag in the slightest. But for the final time, he was wrong. The arm swings behind you and whips back swiftly towards his face. The knot feeling like stone as it cracked against the base of his muzzle. Searing pain shot through his whole body as he gave helpless shrieks of agony as he rolled in pain on the ground for a moment. Regaining the last scrap of strength he had in his small damaged body, he stood up on shaky legs. His tail now tucked between his legs. What light was left in his eyes was quickly swallowed up with a look of anguish and betrayal. He didn't know why it had happened, but it had. And it had hurt him. His physical damage only went so deep. After a bit, the pain had seeped into something deeper. That thing in your hand. The one thing he had left in the world. It wasn't what it seemed anymore. A toy that he found joy in with you had turned into a weapon. His dark eyes darted to look up at you. You were the one who turned it into a weapon. He knew now what this was. Everything good he had found in all of this had turned to dust. And what rose out of it was something dark and painful. But it didn't matter who carried that thing. It could be a truly caring individual meaning to only do good in this dark bleak world that now surrounded him. It was a weapon all the same. Every time he saw it, his teeth would bare and his head would lower, a gritty gnarled grow coming from his chest. Defense was his only option now. He would never let that thing hurt him ever again.
Fair enough, it was really well written, and I sensed some symbolism in there, I just don't like thinking about that happening to a puppy
I don't think he is. You might notice the word "you" is used when referring to the person who is hurting the puppy, and the nature of the narration leads me to believe that he is referring to a specific person who violated his trust.
