hurry up now

Demelza clung to the ground as she walked, her body trembling with exhaustion. Poked, prodded, violated, sore, hungry, thirsty and tired she followed her new master to his musty den. Her green eyes flitted about through heavy lids to every corner of the den, absorbing everything she could possibly do to ensure she could be as proactive as possible.

But she was stumped when he called for food, her own mouth started salivating at the very idea.

Her brain was foggy from the trauma and just wanted to rest. She stumbled to the corner that looked like it had food, it smelled like food, it felt like stored food. She grabbed a pelt and brought it to him, her head low. She swayed as she placed the fur before him. She was falling asleep on her feet. She hadn’t slept since before he found her in the woods.