[Come now. Don’t you know the best kind of torture isn’t strictly physical, but mental? She smiles at the recollection, and despite her pleasant tone, there’s something mean about it.]

I had a human as a pet. A young boy with a completely broken spirit, whose life was such a disastrous mess that he didn’t even want to think. He only wanted to follow orders. So I said he could be my dog.

So it kind of counts. In spirit.