can a beast be tamed?

Chapter three

  Frankie felt themself sob as they got washed into the Giant's mouth. Being too focused on their racing heart, and fear of dieing by being digested, they didnt even notice that the water had stoped rushing by them, and that they weren't being pulled down the beast's throat.
   The giant was just playing with them. He didn't like hearing the little human crying atop his tongue, but his new pet needed to learn a lesson. He pushed Frankie to the front of his mouth, relishing in the taste as he ignored the dreadful sobs.
   Frankie just let themself be pushed around, as they had given up. They where already in a mouth, and it would just take one measly swallow to send them to their doom. 
  Trying to comfort themself in what they thought where their final minutes, frankie started to braid their waist long golden hair, that was previously in a bun. Braiding hair had soothed them since childhood. It took a few minutes of braiding to finish, and they used a hair tie to keep it all in place. "I never thought this was how I'd die" they murrmered and let themself pass out, going limp, due to three things. Accepting fate, and over stimulating hour, and crying themself into that state.
 The giant hummed feeling his new pet go limp. At first he just thought it was a ruse, but after jostlling frankie around in his mouth for a few short moments, he realized Frankie wasn't playing around.  His eyes go wide with panic as he spits them out onto his hand to look at their drenched, limp form. He couldn't tell either they where alive or dead.
 "Shit!" The giant cursed to himself as he hurriedly made his way to his bedroom to set Frankie on a pillow. "Good job, Charles! You killed it!" The giant, Charles, scolded himself and took a few small sniffs at the unconsciousness human, as he kneeled on the floor next to the bed. He couldn't catch the hint of death, all he could catch was the scent of his own saliva. Charles groaned to himself and tilted his head so he could hover a pointed ear over Frankie. He held his own breath until he heard Frankie's gentle breathing.
  "Good… he…?...she...? It. It is still alive." Charles spoke to no one in particular as he got up from the floor, leaving Frankie on the bed for now. Charles headed to the closet to try to find the wooden cage he had made about a year ago when he owned a sheep.
   The giant silently wondered to himself about what gender frankie was. Frankie had golden waist length hair, a roundish baby face with freckles fitting everywhere; that could be masculine or feminine, a more feminine frame; but was in a suit and tenish shoes. It just confused Charles, so he would call his new pet 'it' until he either learned their gender, or their name. People called pets 'it' sometimes even when the owner's knew the pets gender, sometimes, so what made this different?