hurry up now

She yipped, before she could catch it. He struck her and as the tears welled up in her eyes she realized how cruel the world could truly be. Her father had thrown her once, her brother had hit her, but none of them had the training or strength to dislocate her shoulder with one savage blow. Her shoulder was dislocated. Not hard to do when her joints were so easily seen through her fragile skin and gaunt appearance. It had been so fast and sharp she hadn’t even realized he had moved.

She was awake now. She slithered w outh difficulty to the back of the den to the cold storage and grabbed a good amount of meat and enough to make a stew.

She fumbled with making the fire. She knew how to but her paws were so sore from the traveling. Finally after several fumbling attempts it was started and the stew was put together. It would take a while. She averted her eyes as she worked. She knew better than to look for a way out now. She wouldn’t have a chance to escape until he left the den… no… she wouldn’t have a chance to escape even if he left the den. The bodies at the border were probably slaves that attempted to escape, or no longer could fulfill their use. She needed to let all thoughts of escape go. This would be her life now. A servant. Maybe if she was a good one he won’t hurt her… much. She had a feeling he would kill her before he thought about selling her. It was this or worse. She maintained she could at least make it less worse.

While the stew cooked she tried to tidy things up. She grabbed a musty rug and began dragging it out of the den to air it out, hobbling as she did. She fumbled and tripped, crumpling into the old fur she stifled a whine as she gasped from the pain. She struggled to get up and her body sluggishly responded.