Silent singing

The man seemed to be rather unfazed by her lack of tongue, and that did disappoint her a little. She liked creeping people out with the ghastly stump. He asked her how long she had been like this, she shrugged, how long has it been now? A few weeks? A month? it must have been a month or so. She held up one of her paws. Hoping he would get the jist of it. She hated that bastard that silenced her, but there was no running. He sickened her. It was strange, she didn't feel quite as much hatred for this man as she did towards others. She normally hated them on the spot. But she only had a sort of dislike towards him.