Moon in Cancer 4

I don't know what time it is, but by the sun I can more or less guess that it's past five. Dad has left me without eating... I'm not going to beg him if that's what he wants... I can go the whole day without eating... the water has run out... and I had to pee on my knees because the chain he used to tie me to the pipe isn't long enough for me to stand up... my pee stinks all the way here.

The door sounds, Dad goes to open it. From the doorway, if someone pays attention, they can see me naked, I cover my genitals and stay on my knees... it's a pizza, I don't know if the boy who brings it has seen me or not... he's wearing a hat.

"I forgot the money, come in and wait here outside," Dad says... the boy comes in and I don't dare look at him, I lower my gaze and hide my face. Dad goes into the house and leaves us alone... I hear the delivery boy's breathing behind me... I try to clench my buttocks so he can't see my ass.

Dad returns and pays the delivery boy, I hear the boy thank him, he quickly walks to the door... Dad goes to the back of the patio and takes a bench... I think he's going to use it as a table so I can eat at least, but he sits down on it, in front of me, at a distance where I can't reach him.

He puts the pizza box on the floor, opens it... salivates looking at the pizza... I'm really hungry... Dad gets up and goes back into the house, returns with a beer bottle... takes a piece of pizza, eats it, leans against the wall to look at me.

I have two options, I turn around and ignore him and eat until my mom returns from her trip in a month... or I apologize and ask him to give me food.

I don't do either, Dad has treated me like a dog... so I do what dogs do: on my knees with my buttocks on my feet, my chest raised and my hands between my legs, I look at him eating.

Our eyes meet, he chews, I look at him... Dad smiles... the first smile all day. He cuts a small piece of his pizza and throws it at my face... I catch it with my mouth in the air... chew... ahhhhh... what a delight... I really needed it... I chew a lot so it doesn't end... but it's a small piece and it ends soon... I look at him again... ughhh it's so humiliating... Dad throws me another piece and I catch it with my mouth again... I chew looking at him straight, expecting him to be ashamed of treating me like this... but I see the opposite effect... he's enjoying it.

Dad takes another piece and eats it, I watch him eat almost completely... I know I have to take another step... I get on all fours and move my tail.

"Very good, you're learning," he says, throwing me a large piece that falls to the floor, I'm going to pick it up with my hand.

"No hands! Like a dog," he clarifies.

I take the piece with my mouth and carry it to the comforter, there I start biting and tearing pieces as I can, eating is difficult while crouched... I raise my face to chew, my dad doesn't stop looking at me...