purple diamond in the rough

As the big man curled himself around her, Gypsy flinched. Her heartbeat sped up once more and panic threatened to rise. The giant paw that gently stroked her thin, pink belly was… different. Did he want to sleep with her? Was that what this was all about? The young woman didn’t know what to think. This whole situation was all so different. So many mixed messages. So many varying signals.

A soft voice met her ears, delivering more promises. Her own voice was soft and wavering. “That’s always what they say before they hurt me.” They all tried to gain her trust so she would put up less of a fight. Not that she ever put up a fight anyway. If she fought back, she would get beaten, starved, anything. Fighting back had made her lose her tail. It just wasn’t worth it.

Gypsy listened as Indigo continued to make promises. She didn’t know what a castle was. She did know about warm meals and baths. If he followed through with those two things, the young woman would be content. She was so very hungry and still so very cold. Her pelt felt soiled and dirty, though she wouldn’t know if she looked disheveled due to her lack of sight. As Indigo insisted that their destination was just up ahead, she shakily rose to her paws. Suddenly she wished that he’d left the leash attached so that he could just lead her there rather than forcing her to touch him again. He’d been warm, but the longer she was left to her own thoughts, the more she believed that he was up to nefarious deeds. He was an agent of her father. Their destination would show whether or not his words were true. If her father was waiting there, she would never trust Indigo. Never ever.