He was the
smell of something most foul. It was such a strong and appalling odor. I knew
he couldn't be far away. The Master wasn't the same as he once was though. I
remember there was a time when he would stroke my soft black fur from head to
tail or when he would make sure I was always properly fed. Now he was highly
irritable and impeccably moody.
My thoughts were thrown off, for now
I could hear the tumbler’s turning in the tarnished knob of the front door. Should
I run? I could always hide until tomorrow I thought to myself. Unfortunately as
the thoughts went through my mind I could feel his eyes already piercing me
from all sides. “Come here Pluto.” He called. I trotted forward without
thought.
As he knelt down I began to shutter
vigorously. I had seen what he had done to the others, but as his hand came
closer he began to stroke me like he did long before the retched smell. It felt
so good to feel his cool hand along the uneven structure of my spine. All of a
sudden his hand came around to the front of my face. The stench, it was so
powerful I couldn’t help but to take my teeth and slide down the back of his
hand just to get it away. He pulled his hand away swift and from the expression
on his face he was very displeased.
Without any hesitation he threw his
arm towards me and picked me up by my throat. I tried to claw for dear life but
there was just no hope. I could feel my throat constricted when all of a sudden
he loosened his grip. It was then I saw his other arm coming for me with his
knife. I began to scrape vigorously.
I cried out in pain as only a cat could. I could feel blood
ooze down the front of my face and into my mouth. Struggling was useless now.
As I squalled out in pain, I heard the pop of a rubber band, but as I tried to
see what was in front of me I realized something. It wasn't a rubber band that
had popped. It was my eye.
As he threw me down to the floor I could see a small crimson
pool lying before me, and in it what was once a valuable part of my sight. He
looked down only to glance at me for a few seconds then he walked away. As I
watched him turn the corridor to go down the hall I could only think of one
thing. Why didn't he just kill me?
The days that followed my injury seemed no different than the
days before. Well except for my constant fleeing from the Master’s sight. I did
not want to be seen by him again.
As I laid my head down to nap, I felt a tone of peace and
comfort which I had not felt for a while.
All of a sudden I felt myself being yanked by my neck across the floor.
I grabbed on to the floor hoping I could create resistance but it was no use, I
was already out the door. Why was I being pulled? Where was I going? As I felt
myself begin to elevate off the ground I came face to face with the cause. It
was Master. I tried to shriek only to be silenced for I could not breathe. He
had me hanging from a tree limb with only his hands to stand on at the moment.
As I looked at his face I could see tears in his eyes. Master why are you
crying? Then as he pulled his hands out from under me, I realized why.
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