Surprise Adoption by a "Yandere"

In this universe, Nekos are more like pets than humans.

The Listener is very small, ~4'8", ~13 years old. The Listener doesn’t trust the Reader, due to a history of an abusive owner, until about midway through the script, at which point they become very attached/wanting to be protected. The Reader is trying their best to get the Listener to calm down and allow the Reader to help them. The scene opens with the Reader hiding in some bushes watching the Listener poke around a trap they have laid.
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[waiting in hiding mumbling to self] Come on you stupid Neko, what are you looking around for? It's right in front of you! There's nothing else here, how can you not see the giant-ass metal cage with a big plate of salmon in it? There you go, you found it.  [progressively more frustrated] Now, get in the trap... Get in. The. Trap. [through gritted teeth] GET. IN. THE-- [trap clangs shut] THANK YOU, GOD. Finally, do you know how long I have been trying to trap you? ages. AGES.

[outloud to self]  And... you don't care. You're too focused on your food. [sadly] Poor thing, you look so much thinner up close. Looks like you haven't eaten in days. How long have you been living out here? Oh, you finished quickly-- [unintimated] ah, *now* you're growling at me; okay, I get it, I get it, you're mad.  [shushes] You don't have to be so loud.

 Yes, I trapped you, but it's not like you came willingly. I tried *asking* you, but any time I would try to get close you would just hobble away.

I'm taking you in because you're *injured*.

Oh, then what do you call that huge gash in your leg?

"A flesh wound", okay then Black Knight, tell me this if I let you out are you going to nibble my legs off?

[The listener agrees vehemently and tries to be intimidating]

[laughs, stops] Oh wait, you're serious. Honeybun, don't try it. I'm at least a foot taller than you and probably double your weight. It is *not* going to end well if you try to fight me.

 [reluctantly, “it’s your funeral”] Okay, as long as you promise to behave yourself, I'll let you out. Just let me undo this latch--

Listener attacks you + bites your leg.

HEY! You little *shit*! Down. Stop struggling. Stop struggling! [sadly] Please... stop struggling... It was cute at first, but now it's just heartbreaking.

Please stop thrashing around, I'm not going to hurt you! [shushes] See? If I wanted to hurt you I'd have done so already; I probably wouldn't have even let you out. I'm sorry I was a little rough with you, but you bit my leg, and that *hurt*. God, you've got some fangs on you. If you had just *listened* to me like a good kitten none of this would have happened.

[affectionately] Aw, did you like me calling you that? You stopped squirming. I think I like this side of you, much better behaved.

No, I'm not going to get off you, you're going to try to run and I don't want you to hurt yourself.

[not believing] Oh, You *actually* promise now? Yea, sure you do. Look, running is *not* in your best interest, okay, especially with that wound. I'm not worried you're going to get away, I'm worried you're going to hurt yourself worse than you already are!

Okay, as long as you *promise* you won’t, and-- [watches Listener hobble away quickly] there you go...

[Listener collapses] [scared/upset; consoling] Buddy! Oh my god, are you okay? That was worse than I thought it'd be!  I told you to not run. It would have been better if it was on grass but not the cement! Is your arm ok?

Hmm, doesn't feel like anything is broken, looks a little scraped up and is probably going to be bruised tomorrow, but it should be fine.

Of course, I'm concerned, that's what I've been trying to tell you that this entire time! Why do you think I want to hurt you?

Because your last owner did? Is... that why you're a stray?

Dammit, buddy, you're gonna make me start crying. [consoling] Can I pet you? Right around your ears? Okay, here you go. [rapid exchange w/ listener so I put it all in one line, smaller pauses than line break] Does that feel good? A little up? Right here? Okay. [shushes; reassuring; improv some reassuring words if you'd like] You're okay. You're gonna be okay.

See? I’m not so bad, am I? You poor, poor angel; who could ever hurt such an innocent Neko? Some people, I swear...

Do you think you can sit up for me? There you go, do you feel good enough to walk or would you like me to carry you?

[eye-roll, but thinks it’s cute] Yes, I can carry you even if you *could* walk. Just, put your arms around my neck, okay, and 1,2,3. [lifts listener, the listener is incredibly underweight] [unhappy sigh] You're so light, buddy. Nothing but skin and bones. How are you feeling? Are you still hungry?

Aw, such an eager nod. Okay, let's get you sitting down, and then I'll get you the rest of your salmon. My apartment is just up these stairs.

~5 second pause to suggest time passing~

[sets Neko down] Alright, you sit down here, and I'll be back in a bit, okay? Just need to get some things to clean your leg out.

~2-3 second pause to suggest time passing~

There we go, here's your -- sweetheart slow down! Slow down! You're going to choke. No one is going to take this from you; it's not going anywhere. [sarcastic/smug?] Besides, if anyone tries to, I'll hurt them.

There's a smile. I know you're hungry, but you don't have to devour it all in one go. You're allowed to enjoy your food.

[sweetly] That's right, you're not outside anymore, no one is going to take it from you. Okay, let's take a look at your leg; just rest it on the table and, [slightly disgusted] oh god that's definitely infected.

Okay, I've got a wet washcloth, I’m going to scrub your leg now, buddy. It's going to hurt. A lot. Just, try to focus on your food, okay? I'll try to make it quick. Tell me if it hurts too much and you need me to stop.

[starts scrubbing] I know, I know. [shushes] I know it hurts. It'll be over soon. You're being so brave for me, you know that? You're being so, so brave. You're staying still just like a good kitten.

Okay, I think I cleaned out most of it, it's at least better than it was. We can clean it better tomorrow; right now, I think you need some rest. Here, let me wrap your leg up with some gauze, okay?

There we go. Does that feel okay?

Painful, but relieving? Good, that's what we're going for. Have you finished your fish?

Wow, for such a small thing you sure put away food real quick.

Alright, let’s get you to bed. Put your arms around my neck, and I'll pick you *up*.

Aw, you're listening so well, now! You are *so* much better behaved now that you're fed, aren’t you? Being *such* a good kitten for me! Alright, here we are. [listener is reluctant b/c they feel like a burden]

You don't want to sleep in my bed? Hun, I don't want you sleeping on the floor.

I know it's comfier than outside, but, that's not where you should be sleeping, either.

What? No! I'm offering my bed because I want you to sleep in it, not because I feel obligated to. Come on, I'll give you more scritchies~

Heh, that got your attention; it's so cute seeing your ears perk up like that. Let's try to get some rest now, okay sweetie?