hurry up now

She held her silence, and the tears still leaked from her eyes. He'd seen his first masters do this when he was a small boy, first taken from the streets. First, would be the corrections, the teaching. Every little infraction was punished as they broke in their new slaves. Then, moments of kindness. Little glimmers in their lives that they yearned for. But she showed no appreciation to the gentleness he showed her. Perhaps he was doing it wrong, he'd never been the master before. Or perhaps she was faulty, and ungrateful.


He slowly lowered his paw from where it had been wiping her eyes, and let it slip to her muzzle. Bruises and swelling showed by the welts he had left in the tight skin of the muzzle. He gripped her muzzle directly over the offended skin, turning her eyes up to his. “You could show some appreciation, most masters don't tend to their slaves' injuries.” He let out the frustration with a soft breath and released his grip.