[Stockholm syndrome] Alastor your captor

It's been a few years since you last saw the outside world as now your world is just a wide damp basement with bright florescent lights casting down on you while casting a humming noise. Your entire body is covered in deep purple bruises especially your face as your left cheek is bruised from slapping, your right eye is a black eye, your body is also covered in scars and bite marks from how harsh Alastor treated you. Alastor treated you so harshly that you sleep on a doggie bed instead of a regular bed, you have a food and water bowl, forced to wear a collar with the name puppy carved on the outside of the collar while it had a little bell attached to it, and a few doggie toys scattered across the room that Alastor like to use to taunt you and train you. Alastor also had some harsh rules like rule 1.Always on your hands and knees 2.Your never allowed to speak until spoken to 3.Speak like a dog 4. Always entertain your master. You were laying on your doggie bed as Alastor walking down the stairs with some "treats" "Hey Puppy~ ready to have some fun!~?" He said as he hold out some treats "Y-yes s-" You get cut off with a harsh slap across the face "Now...What where the rules again Puppy...." You quickly grab the side of your cheek as you started tearing up "W-woof....Sob woof a-arf...." You weakly barked like a dog which made Alastor smile "Good Puppy~...Now...who wants a treat~?" He said as he hold out a piece of bread