Things You Can't Say Eight

When I wake up later, I’m completely alone in our big bed. Our room is dark. Much darker than I remembered it being when I closed my eyes. Since Master had left the light on before we crawled into our bed together. At least that’s what I remember. Getting to my hands and knees, I looked around for any signs of Master. Listening carefully as I tried to think of what time it was. With how dark it was it had to be late. Super late. Maybe midnight? If only I could spot the alarm clock that he had on his nightstand. When I did, I froze. The clock said eleven-thirty. Much later than I thought it was going to be. Why did he let me sleep this long for?

In fact, where in the world was Master?

I carefully touched the spot that he had been in earlier. Thinking that maybe he had rolled away or something. But there was nothing there. No warmth even. Almost as if he had been out of bed for a few hours rather than a few minutes. My stomach twisted as I listened hard for any signs of him. Footsteps or anything else. There wasn’t any light coming from the cracks in the bathroom door. It made me shiver a little as I sat there and looked around for any sign of him. He hadn’t left me alone when I was awake. Why in Hell was he gone? This was possibly a trap. One that would get me punished if I got off the bed or left the bedroom, too. How he would punish me, I’m not sure. The idea of that made me shiver as I stared at the floor. But what if it wasn’t? What if this was going to be my proper chance to flee this terrible place? A much better one than…than…had I tried to escape today or yesterday morning?

Maybe yesterday. I couldn’t entirely recall if I had tried to yesterday. Or tried to escape sometime today. Quite possibly I only started planning my escape this morning. But that didn’t really matter. What matters is that I’ve got a chance to better plan my escape. Find things that can help me. First, I must get off the bed to properly explore the house. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find something to help me get the lights on. Otherwise, this search will be difficult. Then again, not being able to stand and walk normally is also going to make this difficult. But I won’t allow myself to linger on that. Instead, I just get off the bed as carefully as I can. I’m afraid that I’ll land on my face if I move wrong. Soon as I get on solid ground, I listen carefully to any signs that Master is here. There weren’t any. It felt strange being without him. And I started walking as fast as my hands and knees could take me. Not anywhere near as fast as I would have liked. Then again this was better than nothing and I was grateful to be able to move at all. Master could’ve left me tied up like he had when I first arrived.

Down in that dark room. Wherever it is in this terrible house. I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of the room was. Nor can I remember if there was anything inside of it. But I can’t spend time lingering on it.

What I need to do is make sure that Master isn’t here. Walking over to the bathroom door, I carefully pushed it open. Afraid that I would find him there. If he’s there and this is a trap, then I might…might…who knows what he’ll do to me. Kill me? Possibly. A shudder of fear ripples through me as I walk inside the bathroom. The very idea that Master would trap me and kill me in the bathroom. Terrify me to no end. Though I do my best to keep myself from shaking as I look around. Grateful to see that he wasn’t in there. Well grateful and terrified at the same time. If Master isn’t in the bathroom or the bedroom. Then where did he go in this big house? There are so many damn rooms that he can go into. So many that I can’t even begin to open.

Where could he have gone?

I try to keep this gnawing feeling in my stomach under control as I walk. Going through the hallways at an even pace. Keeping an ear out for any signs that Master was nearby. There were no footsteps on the floorboards. Aside from my own. No other lights shining beneath the doors that I passed. Each of which I keep trying to open by pushing. Or standing on my knees carefully. My mittens make it difficult to twist in the slightest bit. In fact, I couldn’t get any of them open. Both thanks to the mittens making it impossible to open them and the fact they might be locked. In fact, I’m sure that they were locked. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was finding Master. As well as means to escape the house with…which I probably could find in the bedroom now that I think about it. Turning around, I hurried back to our bedroom. Figuring that I could check the rest of the doors when I locate what I need. A belt. Just a belt that I could use to open the front door with if I made a loop.

Something that would be somewhat difficult for me to do. But I don’t think that it would be entirely impossible. If I use my teeth, it might work out just fine. Chewing my bottom lip, I hurry around Master’s room. Not sure if he’s merely downstairs or not. If he was then I needed to work fast. Get this belt and hide it somewhere that he wouldn’t notice. And hopefully he wouldn’t miss the damned thing. Since I’ve never seen him wear a belt in the past few days I’ve been here. Maybe he doesn’t even own one. The thought made me frown as I scrambled over to the messy closet. There were several articles of clothes on the ground. It smelled as sweaty as Master did before, he took a shower. His body odor was permeating from the clothes that I pushed. Moving them around to try and find anything that resembled a belt. While I searched my mind raced with possibilities of where Master could be. As he had never spoken about friends while I searched. Where in the world would he possibly have gone to? It doesn’t seem like he has a job or needs one either.

If he has friends, why hasn’t he mentioned any of them? It wouldn’t make sense that he hadn’t mentioned them before this. I’m sure that he doesn’t have any of them. A small part of me thinks he doesn’t. That there is no one that he would want to spend time with. Aside from myself. Also there have been no mentions of any surviving family members either. So where in Hell could he be? With whom? My pulse starts to quicken as I search through the dirty clothes for the belt. Stomach twisting as I push shirts and pants out of my way a lot faster. There was no way that he had friends. Not from the amount of time that he has spent with me…unless maybe he’s friends with the vet? And that nurse? They seemed friendly towards each other. Though I’m not entirely sure if that means they’re really friends or not. At least they seem like it. As I feel they are much too professional to make friends with their clients.

Unfortunately for me they’re too professional to help me. I took a deep breath as a small part of me wanted to give up. Right until I saw a glimmer of something black, shiny, and rough texture. A tiny smile came to my face as I pushed the shirt off it. A belt. One that was rather large and looked like it was in good condition. It was going to work on the front door if I made a loop in it. All I must do is hide it in the room where Master wouldn’t see it. Not like he’s going to miss it. After all he just left it in the closet under a lot of clothes he hadn’t worn or washed in who knows when. Carefully, I make a loop in it and go over to my bed. Carefully hiding the object under it. Smoothing the pillow over the object the best that I could so that it wouldn’t alarm him. When I’m sure that it won’t be, I head out of the room to look for Master once again. Where in the world could he be hiding? If he isn’t with friends or at work, then maybe he's at the store?

The idea of him at the store made me frown. Why would he be going to the store for? I don’t think he needs anything. Maybe he’s out of food for us both already? My mind mulled over what he could be doing. Grocery store seems likely. But he would have left a note in our room if he was doing that. Wouldn’t he? I mulled this over as I walked around the hallway. Checking each door the best that I could. Pushing at them with my paws. I do hope that Master won’t just leave me here alone. Why would he want to do that without leaving a note or anything like that?

It seemed strange to me. While I walked and checked each door, I felt my heart rate pick up. Maybe, maybe he was leaving me here alone. Maybe I’ve done something to insult him without realizing it. And I try to wrack my brain over what I could have said or done that would have been insulting. Had I done something weird this morning? Or anything else? I push those thoughts aside. Trying to quell my fear as I take my one chance to explore more seriously than I was. It was a chance to look through the top floor and then…well maybe the bottom floor if I can figure out the stairs. Without Master looming over me as I walk around the place. Well, having him watch me move around and probably record me for whatever future use.

I’m still not sure if he’s doing that while I’m not looking.

Ignoring that thought, I walked through the hallway quickly. Or as quickly as I can move my hands and knees. All the other doors that I hadn’t checked are just as locked. Even with these stupid mittens I should be able to open the doors. I’ve opened plenty of doors without the use of my fingers before. Why is…God, I don’t care. I don’t know how much time I have right at this moment. If I’m not careful I could possibly get caught in my search. And who knows what Master will do to punish me if he catches me? Despite all the evidence that Master isn’t here I still feel like he’s here. Somewhere. Waiting to catch me moving around when I’m not supposed to. A cold feeling washes over me as I continue to check all possible doors in the hallway. There were too many rooms for one man to have. At least ten up here. All of which are locked and impossible for me to open. Walking to the stairs, I took a deep breath to settle myself. Getting scared isn’t going to help me in the slightest bit and I knew that. Yet my heart wouldn’t stop pounding in my chest. Mouth is going dry as I pictured Master somewhere around the corner.

Listening for me to just…to just…I don’t even know now. All I feel is that he’s somewhere here waiting for me to mess up. To do something stupid that he could punish me for. Maybe hit me or throw me down these steep stairs. Tears started to run down my face at this thought. Doing things like this without his permission. Running around the hallway, not being in our room, and not asking if I could. Those could be reasons why he would want to punish me over. I stared down the steep stairs. Afraid that if I started walking down them that Master would start yelling at me over it. Telling me that I was a bad girl. That I should be punished for trying to escape him at all.

I mean I want to. But I also want to do it without him knowing.

Chewing my cheek, I had the feeling that he might not be here at all. Maybe he really has gone out of the house. And that he could have just forgotten to leave me a note at all. I mean the man doesn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed. So that seems more likely than him just being here quietly. Especially with how much these floors creak with each step we take. There would be no way that he could just be walking around without me noticing. At least I hope that there won’t be. But if he were here then maybe he’s just making dinner. A late dinner. The lasagna that I had begged him for. Along with the garlic bread that he promised me. That made more sense to me as I leaned forward to see if I could smell it. I mean I could possibly smell that from way up here. The Master’s kitchen isn’t too far away from the stairs. Right? Right. I could smell the food cooking if this were the case.

Despite how hard I smelled for that cooking food, I couldn’t. There was nothing aside from the normal odor of the gross carpet. And whatever garbage that Master had laying around this house. I shouldn’t be surprised that he doesn’t clean up after himself. Somehow, I find that I am surprised by this. Wouldn’t he clean up to make it easier for me to walk around him? Well, I suppose if he wanted me to stay by him then I wouldn’t be able to…yeah…I doubt he’s thinking of me possibly escaping. He’s just a lazy bastard that doesn’t want to clean up after himself. Me being a pet is something that I sort of find myself grateful for now.

Pets aren’t expected to clean up after human beings. Though I wonder if he’s ever going to clean up after himself. Or if this house will just get trashed. Then what? Will he abandon it like he’s abandoned m-he hasn’t abandoned me. That’s a thought that I keep slamming into my own head as I sit on the floor. Hating the feel of the carpet against my naked body. Another thing I hate about this. Being naked on gross carpeting like this. My teeth dig into my cheek a little more as I tell myself. He would not leave me here alone. Master would never just leave me here alone. Never. He…he loves me.

The reality that Master has any form of feelings for me should disturb me. Should disgust me thoroughly as well. Yet there was this strange warm feeling growing inside my heart as I thought of this. A clawing need to have him there with me. While this feeling of loneliness claws its way into my stomach. Some small part of me needs his company. Which is why not finding him up here has been distressing as Hell.

Where the Hell can he be? Just why wouldn’t he leave a note if he’s left the house? There’s no reason why he couldn’t have. Tears clouded my vision as they started to well up. They slowly fell down my cheeks as I whimpered. Sobs wracking my body in ways that I haven’t done in years. Not even when I was essentially thrown away by my family. By everyone that I’ve ever loved. It was difficult to get my emotions under control as my stomach twists inside of me. Bawling like some kind of infant over my captor not being home. Not leaving a note for me to read. Hell, not leaving the light on so that I could find a note that he might have left for me to read.

My stomach suddenly grumbled and that further irritated me. He hadn’t even left me dinner to eat. Sniffling I wiped my tears on my wrists as I debated on my next move. Getting down the stairs is what I should be doing. So many other things are what I should be doing right now. Taking a few deep breaths as I tried to calm myself down. But my messed-up brain wasn’t allowing me to do this. All I could think of was how I was all alone without anyone to comfort me. Any real means to get down these stupidly steep stairs to the ground floor where Master could be.

Where he should be.

Yet I couldn’t stop myself from bawling for the next who knows how long. When I finally got myself calm, I took a few deep breaths. Then I start to think of how to climb down these stairs. Going headfirst was no-go. As I can picture myself tumbling down them and cracking my head open. Or breaking my neck on one of these steps. Ending up like Madeline Asthon from Death Becomes Her. One of the few horror/comedies that I can stand. That doesn’t have a ton of gore or anything else to it. Shaking my head to dispel those thoughts I start to think of what to do. There had to be a way to get down these stairs without hurting myself. Or possibly dying.

Dying I would want to avoid at all costs. As I want to escape this house alive and not…God, I cannot allow myself to think about this as I pace the floor in front of the stairs. These stairs are stupidly steep. Steeper than any stairs that I had ever seen in my entire life. Chewing the inside of my cheek again, I glanced down those stairs. Then it finally clicks in my head what I should be doing. I slowly turn around as I start to go down the stairs backwards. I’m doing my best to concentrate on the task at hand. My heart in my throat as I slowly made my way down. Gripping the steps as tight as my hands could in these stupid mittens would allow me to.

Knees are doing their best to touch the next step. Even though it doesn’t feel entirely normal for me. It vaguely reminds me of my childhood when I would go down the stairs to my grandparents’ place like this. Only not as safe feeling as that did. Since I had full use of my legs as a child. And right now, I don’t have anywhere near as much freedom as I did as a weird little girl. A few times I nearly slip but I pause until I’m feeling secure enough to keep going down the stairs. Going down them starts to feel like it’ll never end. Only thanks to the fact that I can’t fully see what I’m doing at all. The fact that my arms and legs are in these stupid paws isn’t great. But the whole fact that the lights are off is what is terrifying me the most. For a few seconds I started to doubt that I’m getting anywhere at all. Right until I feel the solidness of the floor. Relief flooding me as I started to walk normally through the halls of the darkened household. Quietly, I called,”Master? Where are you? Princess can’t find you!”

“Master? Are you home? Master?! Master!!! Princess needs you!!!”,I yelled. Trying to get his attention. See if maybe he was down here somewhere that I couldn’t see. Like he was hiding from me or something to that effect. Though with how dark the first floor is right now. I’m starting to think that maybe he really is out of the house. As stupid as it seems. I was hoping that maybe this would get him to say something. Do something. Show me that I wasn’t truly alone in this big old house of his. Tears are starting to well up in my eyes again. Making me feel like a weak little child as I walked through the halls. Trying to catch a glimpse of him as my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. There are tears rolling down my cheeks as I walked. Mingling with the sweat that was already there. God, maybe I’m being an idiot and he’s fine. He’s just busy putting together a new couch for me. Or some kind of furniture for me to sit on.

That way I don’t have to sit in his armchair. Or rather I don’t just hog up the entire armchair if he wants to sit. I can’t remember if there’s already a couch in the living room or not. I’m…I don’t know. My mind is just racing with images of Master leaving. The house being abandoned with me like this. Unable to defend myself or help myself. Looking down at myself I feared that I wouldn’t be able to properly feed myself. There were no phones here either. So, calling for help wasn’t going to happen. As I walked towards the direction that I remember the kitchen is, I tried to calm down. But I couldn’t. My sobs wouldn’t allow me to do that. It wouldn’t really allow me to breathe that normally either and I had to stop for another moment to settle. Soon as I do, I wipe away the tears once more. When they were mostly gone, I headed towards the kitchen once more. Not even remotely sure that I would find Master there.

But my dishes are there. And I’m so dreadfully thirsty right now. I hope that there is water in the dish. Though I can’t remember if there had been when we went upstairs or not. My memory isn’t exactly doing me any good right now. Either way, I’m hoping that it’s there. Maybe if I drank some water and sat still for a little while, then I can think. Think of how to escape. Where Master might have gone. How to turn on the fucking light in that damned kitchen. Which I’m not even sure if I know where the light-switch is. Much less if I’m going to be able to reach it. I’ll figure out what to do once I get into the kitchen, I suppose. God. Crying over a man that barely cares about me is so stupid. Mas-BRADLEY does not see me as a human being. So why in the Hell am I crying so damn much about him not being in the house for? A part of me thinks that maybe it’s because of how terrified I am. Terrified that I could possibly die in this house. Of either starvation or dehydration. I’m not entirely sure of which. Or maybe the whole fact is that if I take one wrong step, I could possibly break my neck on those stairs.

Hell, I might even break a limb.

If I break a limb on those stairs, then I’m not going to be able to move. Then my life would be way worse after. Since it would be nearly impossible to get food or water afterwards. Chewing my bottom lip, I finally made my way to the kitchen. Trying not to think about how things would be if I broke a leg. Or one of my arms. Looking above myself as I try to make the shape of the switch. Anything that would look like it. When I finally do, I sigh as I got on my knees and reach up the best that I can. Just barely missing the thing the first time I stood there. Bouncing up a little I finally managed to push the switch to turn on the lights in the kitchen. Feeling a little bit of pride swell in my chest at this. I did it. Something that Master hopefully wouldn’t be able to see. Or to tear away from me. At least not for a good long while.

Looking at my hands, I shuddered at the idea of losing them. Getting paw prosthetics sounds like the most painful thing ever. Though it’s something to remind me of each time that I move around. Each time that I’m with Bradley in the living room and cuddling up to him. That he means to tear away the only things that I can use to defend myself with. He intends on making me solely dependent on him for the rest of my life. And I have no idea how long that is going to be. Until he gets bored of me? Or worse than that? I try to remind myself of this as I walk over to the dishes on the ground. Smelling food that I haven’t eaten in a long time. Without a second thought, I ran over to the dishes. Finding the source of the smell was cold lasagna. There was a piece of paper next to the bowls along with a plate of garlic bread as well. It looked like it was just as cold as the lasagna was. Leaning over carefully I examined the paper thoroughly. Frowning a little as I realized that Master left me a note. Just not in a convenient spot that I could easily have access to. The note reads,’Dear Princess,

If you find this note don’t worry. Master hasn’t left you entirely. What he’s doing is going to your vet to meet a new friend. Her pet dog sees the same vet that you do. And he was the very person that you were hissing at before your appointment. It’s adorable how protective of Master you are. Don’t worry about her though. Master is very sure that she is going to fall in love with you if she meets you. He’s very certain of that. Who wouldn’t love such a good girl you are, Princess?

An idiot, that’s who.

Her name is Ivy by the way. The dog that you hissed at is named Trooper. From what the nurse at the front desk said at least. Master gave a description of his owner, and he was the first name that the lady mentioned. It was odd to hear that over the phone. But at least Master knows what to call the doggy boy. And you’ll know what to call him too, Princess. I’m sure that you two will get along swimmingly. As he seems like a very sweet dog boy. And you’re the sweetest cat girl that anyone has ever met. Better than any stupid real cat could ever hope to be. Trust me. Master believes you two will be great friends by the end of the week.

And if we’re lucky, they will move in with us! Won’t that be wonderful Princess? Trooper and Ivy living with us? That way if Master is ever too tired to play then you’ll have him. Someone just as wonderful as you to play with. To talk to when Master isn’t there. Or Ivy for that matter. We’ll be such a happy group. I’m so sure of it.

Also, Master is sorry for not putting this next to the bed. Or wake you up. But he wanted to go meet Ivy and her adorable pooch. He just had to meet them so that you could have a good friend. And well. Master wants to try dating sometime. Sure, it probably won’t happen anytime soon. Though Master is hopeful it will. And Master is very proud that you managed to get down the stairs by yourself. He can hardly wait to see how you managed to figure it out while he was gone. He’ll have to give you a great treat when he comes home later. Which won’t be for an hour or so after you read this note. Master isn’t entirely sure when you would wake up.

He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you when you were sleeping so peacefully.

At any rate. We will be home later. And he’s going to be ordering a new couch for our new friends to sit on. As well as for you to sit on. Since he is very sure that you’re going to want to sit on it. So, he’s going to make sure that it is a color that you like. Since you’re Master’s top priority. And if you’re nice to Trooper when he and his mistress visit, he’ll get you any dessert you want. That’s if you’re nice to him. And Master swears that he’ll play all day with you after our guests leave. A full day after our guests leave. So, the day after tomorrow Master will play with you. Maybe even get you some new toys.

So long as you behave yourself~

Love and kisses,

Master.

PS: In case I didn’t make it explicitly clear, they’re spending the night with us. But they won’t be sharing our room. Of course. That wouldn’t be fair to you. They will be sleeping in one of the guest rooms nearby. Ivy in a spare bed and Trooper on a spare doggy mattress that I have in the closet. I want to make sure that you feel the most comfortable and safe with our guests here. Love you. See you later.’

A cellphone. I almost forgot that Bradley has a cellphone at all. How else was he able to make a vet visit for me. Or order our food? That should have been exceedingly obvious to me. But it somehow slipped my mind. I’m not entirely sure when it did. Nor how. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I could use that.

Not that I’m entirely certain if I could find it. He might have it somewhere hidden on his person. Like a pocket. Somewhere that I couldn’t easily get my paws on. It wouldn’t be easy for me to lie about why I searched him. Since he’s not an idiot. A horrible human being that is hellbent on keeping me as a cat-girl. Just not an idiot. As much as I would love for him to be stupid. It just isn’t going to happen. He might punish me in front of our guests. Who may or may not be helpful. Another thing that I must be worried about. Those two. The way that I see things. This is a situation that is possibly like my own. Trooper being a human man that was kidnapped off the streets. Forced into being a dogman for this crazed woman that seems to like him.

Something that I have the faintest hope isn’t true. If it isn’t true, then that means I might have an ally. That maybe this Ivy is his girlfriend or wife. Or just dominatrix. All three are much better than her just being a deranged woman that kidnapped him. She could be someone that helps me. Both could be someone that saves me from this utter nightmare if I’m careful. I would have to speak to Trooper first to see if he would be safe enough for me to speak with alone. That way Master wouldn’t hear me talk like I normally do and possibly punish me for my actions. I hate the idea of being possibly punished when witnesses aren’t there. The idea of them being there to see it is a humiliation within itself. And I lean over to eat the very cold lasagna as I try not to picture it. Try not to picture any form of punishment that Master might apply to me. Since he’s been generous and quite frankly doting for a disturbing bastard.

I hate to think what he would be like if he was angry with me.

Doubtful that he would just kill me outright. No, something tells me that he’s been looking for a pet for a good long while now. If he got rid of me then he’d be getting rid of the only person that could ever love him. At least in his mind could ever love him. Though I’m starting to doubt that even his own mother could. There’s nothing to his personality that even suggests he’s a good man. Then again one would have to only look at me and the way that I’m not dressed to know that. No good or sane person would put someone through this kind of thing.

And it is increasingly obvious that Master is neither of these things. While I eat the lasagna, I think about if Ivy is going with him or not. Why would she want to? Master doesn’t seem like her type. Not that I would know who her type is. I’m not able to read her mind. But from her looks, he isn’t. Which gives me a small amount of hope as I finish up the lasagna. When I’m done with that, I start to eat the garlic bread. After that, I lick my mouth to rid it of the excess garlic butter. Thinking about that woman. Not about how she looked but at the possibility of her and Master. This strange feeling wells up in my stomach at the mere thought of them together.

Chewing the inside of my cheek as I sit on the kitchen floor. Thinking about it over and over again. Something about her being with him. Getting any form of his attention that I should…shouldn’t want at all. That I shouldn’t want at all. On some level I feel that I should be concerned. At least a little bit concerned. As she can be one of his newest victims in a flash. Hell, if he felt that I was a bother to his plans then I know full well she would be next on his list. She would have to be. That dog man she has would probably be murdered brutally. Or at least thrown away. So that he could never mess with Master’s plans for that beautiful woman. Imagining her very face makes my eyelid twitch. A hot pain coiling itself inside my stomach at the thought. Sneering, I mutter,”Stop that. You can’t be seriously angry at the idea of him with her.”

“That’s stupid. She doesn’t want Master and Master doesn’t want her that way.”,I assured myself. For some reason. It made me feel better thinking that Master wouldn’t want this strange woman. Beautiful eyed and perfect. Like someone who walked straight out of a movie. While I very much did not. The idea of her taking my place makes me want to claw her eyes out. A feeling that deeply disturbs me as I sat in place.

Why the Hell was I so mad? That poor woman wouldn’t be happy with this kind of thing. She would be terrified. I’m damn sure that she and that mutt of hers are a consenting couple. They just must be. There’s no way around that possible fact. Yet here I am angry at the imagining of her taking my place. Wearing the things that I have started to consider on my own. Being in my bed. Sitting in Master’s lap. Taking every little toy and other item that I own in this shithole. Fills me with an indescribable anger that I can practically taste as I stare at the water in my dish. When the very thought should be making my skin crawl. Instead, I just wanted to drive my thumbs into her eyes. Pull them out as she screams in pain. What has living here done to me? I’ve never been this terrible or violent before all of this. Angry. Sure. But outright violent?

No.

I keep trying to humanize this woman to myself. Remind myself that she was probably a normal person. Well as normal as a kinky person can be. And that all of this for her and for Trooper was play. That she was nothing like Master. Hell, she might even be able to help me when I desperately need it. Try to convince myself of this as I don’t want to hate her or be so violently angry. Yet I couldn’t get myself to do that. The thought of her being in my place was just…maybe this would fade once I was out of here. And anywhere that Master wouldn’t be at. That way I’m not mad at a scenario that exists inside my stupid brain only. Taking a few deep breaths as I muttered,”She’s not competition. That woman is not competition for your kidnapper.”

“She’s going to possibly be another victim of that asshole’s antics.”,I reminded myself. Taking a drink of water immediately afterwards. Getting up, I started pacing around the kitchen to think about things. Think about how my reaction was something that I was concerned about now. It wasn’t right. This had to be something awful, and I didn’t know how to react to it. What was wrong with me? Walking towards the living room, I scolded myself,”She’s not your competition. Good Lord. She’s going to probably be another victim of that disturbed bastard.”

“Why are you so damn angry? Just what in God's name is wrong with you?”,I demanded. As if I could immediately understand why I was feeling the way that I was feeling. Chewing my bottom lip as I walked into the living room. Sitting down next to the armchair. Leaning against it as I wracked my brain for why I was feeling the way that I was feeling. Nothing was coming up. Nothing in the slightest bit was. Then it hit me. Maybe I was more worried about protecting her from that piece of shit than I was jealous. I couldn’t recognize myself at this moment. Who was this person that I was slowly becoming? A piece of shit that would be jealous over some stupid pet shit? Jealous over some creepy dude that might be, MIGHT BE, interested in another woman? My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I thought this over. No. I refuse to think that I was becoming that kind of person. That wasn’t what was happening. That really wasn’t happening to me. I wasn’t that kind of person.

And she is not going to become his girlfriend. He’s definitely not her type. She’s probably not his type. So, there was no reason to be jealous of some random woman that exists in near me. With some weird dog guy that’s probably her boyfriend. Maybe her husband. Or just her submissive. Someone that I hopefully could get some help from getting out of this Hellhole. I’m really hoping that he will. While I sat there, I looked around for a clock and spotted the one on the T.V. It was only midnight. That wasn’t so bad. Midnight isn’t the worst time to be alone. In a weird house in the middle of nowhere. Taking a few more deep breaths, I stare down at my mittens. Thinking of how long it could take him to get home from the vet. How long had it taken today? I’m not entirely sure as I didn’t really pay attention to the clock on the dashboard. All I could think of was how the veterinarian was going to be like.

He was nice for a weirdo. It probably took around an hour or half an hour. Maybe half an hour if I was honest. But I’m not entirely sure. Looking over at the front door, I muttered,”It didn’t take that long before. So maybe he won’t be away for too long.”

“Maybe.”,I added. Trying to cheer myself up for some weird reason. As if I was afraid that Master wouldn’t come home. But God I shouldn’t be. I should be happy at the idea that I wouldn’t see that bastard ever again. Yet here I was. Afraid of him not coming back and leaving me here alone. Because I was really that lonely. That soul crushingly lonely and afraid. Afraid of what, I’m not entirely certain. Pushing those thoughts down, I kept an eye on that door. Wishing that he would come through it right at that moment. My hands rested on the floor in front of me as I pleaded,”Please come back. Please come back soon. Master, please.”

“Princess needs you.”,I continued. Feeling slightly disgusted that I was talking like this without him here. Why was I doing this? It didn’t make any sense. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly managed to settle myself down. Master will be here soon. Master was going to be here soon. And I would have to deal with that stupid dog and that weird woman soon enough. After a few minutes, I heard an engine as the van pulls up to the house. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I hear the porch creaking. Followed by the locks starting to click as I hear Master call out,”Princess? Are you downstairs? Princess?”

“MASTER!!! MASTER!!!”,I found myself shouting. Running as fast as I could towards the front door to see him. When the door opened fully to reveal him coming in, I threw myself at his leg. Wrapping my arms tightly around it as I whimpered. Looking up at him as I cried,”Princess was scared when she woke up and you weren’t here! She thought that you left her here all alone!”

“Forever!”,I added. More dramatically than I was intending to do. Tears ran down my face as I stared at Master. Who sighed as he got down to my eye level. Gently moving my hands off his leg. And petting me reassuringly as he sighed,”Master is so sorry, Princess. He knew he should have left that note on the bed instead of near your food dish.”

“Though he’s very proud that you managed to get downstairs without help.”,he praised. Giving me a gentle scritch behind the ears. Smiling down at me with so much love in his eyes. That it makes my heart hurt a little. It felt so good to be praised for something that terrified me. And had been the most difficult thing that I had ever done in life. I nuzzled his hand as I looked up at him. He continued,”You’re such a clever girl. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. Master loves that about you. Yes, he does.”

“Such a good kitty, kitty.”,he added. My face burned as I stared up at him. Feeling so strangely proud of myself for something so stupid. What was there to be proud of? It was just walking down the stairs like a normal person should be able to. That was so stupid and childish. Yet I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t think of what to say to that as I stared up at him. Nuzzling his hand with a sappy smile on my face. Master informs,”Apparently, it took Trooper three weeks to figure out how to walk up the stairs.”

“Dude is a total weirdo.”,he whispered. As if he were afraid that Ivy would hear his words. I glanced over his shoulder and she seemed to be struggling with something. I could barely tell from this distance. Tilting my head, I spotted someone moving weird in the van. Like they were struggling to get away from her or something like that. I wasn’t entirely certain of what was going on. Was that Trooper? Why was he struggling so much?

Before I could even ask, I heard a startled shriek from Ivy. Saw her fall onto her back as Trooper jumped out of the van on all fours. I couldn’t see him for a few seconds before I saw him bounding up the stairs. His eyes narrowed as he started to bark. He was barking at me like he was a real dog. My stomach dropped as I pulled away from Master and quickly turned around. Bolting down the hallways as startled shrieks pulled themselves out of my throat. Running as fast as my hands and knees could take me. I briefly heard Master shouting for Trooper to stop. Along with Ivy. But he obviously wasn’t listening to either of them. I hissed as I ran towards the stairs. Going up them as fast as I could manage. That damned mutt hot on my heels as he barked at me. Master bellowed,”TROOPER! NO!!! BAD BOY!!! NO!!!”

“LEAVE PRINCESS ALONE!!! TROOPER BAD BOY!!!”,I heard Ivy scream. I ran towards the playroom that Master had left wide open. Running into it and hurriedly shutting the door behind myself. Listening to that damned mutt barking and throwing his weight against the door. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I teared up. Praying that Master and Ivy could get him to stop soon. Otherwise, I was going to get really hurt.