can a beast be tamed?

chapter two

Frankie swallowed back a second scream and forced themself to glare at the giant holding them too tight, much to the beast's amusement. With a deep, calming breath frankie snapped out a harsh, "PUT ME DOWN NOW!!"
  The giant just chuckled lowly and gave a soft coo of "Aren't you a fighter? You'll be coming with me, lucky you." Without giving Frankie time to sound a response, the giant dropped them into his front pocket. The beast knocked down one more building for his own amusement before heading back the way he came.
  "You can't just take me! This is considered kidnapping! You'll go to jail for this! I'll personly have you arrested! My brother is chief of police! I'm not just going to sit idly and allow this to happen! I have dignity! I have work tomarrow!" Frankie angrily ranted as they push hard agaisnt the giants chest, knowing their words most likely held no weight. With a huff they try to climb to the top of their kidnapper's pocket, just to be pushed back down by a giant thumb.
   "Now now, my little fighter." The giant rumbled at them, letting his voice slip into his natural soothing and charming tone, instead of the mischievous tone he used earlier. "You aren't going anywhere, except maybe my belly. You may as well forget you even have a job." He finished as he walked up to a base of a mountain. Mount Geyser. 
  Walking halfway around the mountain, then a quarter of the way up,the giant came to a huge cave, his home. He slips into the cave and strides into the kitchen, where he pulls out a drinking glass. With a slight rumbling purr he pulls a protesting Frankie out of  his pocket and deposits them into the glass. He crouches down to look into the glass at his prisoner with curiosity in his bright, ocean blue eyes.
  Frankie felt their bravery and adrenaline wear off at being trapped and in a environment suited for a giant. They swallow a bit as they shy away to the side of the glass that was furthest from their captor.  The giant taps the glass with a slight complaining tone to his voice. 
  "You where more fun back at the town, what happened to you're fighting spirit?"
Refusing to answer out of stubborn, fear, and not truly knowing the answer, Frankie just crosses their arms over their chest.
  Seeing this, the giant frowns. "Not gonna talk, huh? Well in that case, I feel a tad parched." With that the beast grabs the glass, making sure to shake Frankie around. He then walks over to the sink and starts to fill it with water.
   Once the glass was half full, luckily Frankie could swim, The beast brings the glass to his lips and starts to take small sips. Frankie screams once again as a current started to pull them to their awaiting death, the giants mouth. They try to swim away, but to no avail. They where just slowing the unavoidable, as they where still slowly being dragged towards the giant's lips.