Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig [Yale]

His paw flexed at the question, his jaw clenched as he thought of what the ripper had done to him. He could still feel him; feel his jaws and black tongue on his scruff, feel his paws digging into his midsection, feel the rope tighten to the point that he could hardly breathe as he struggled to fight back.

He took a deep breath, clearing the memory from his mind for the time being. The boy had asked him a question. “I am a plaything for his whims.” He said heavily, his teeth grinding together. “He feeds me when it suits him, and he does as he pleases.” He practically snarled, a ridge of curly fur rising along his spine. His fury burned in his chest like a fire slowly consuming leaves and tinder. He looked at the jagged bones of the rabbit and plan began to form. Damn the consequences.

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