The Good Pet
Her knees knocked as she stumbled across the bare, hardwood floor. With a steadying breath, she focused on her toes and inched toward the shadow in the corner. Even though the sun peeked through open curtains, his presence cast the room in a faint darkness. “There is fine enough.” His baritone, the harshness of the command – it only caused her knees to tremble more. She froze, her eyes glued to the hardwood. “Are you scared?” His question caught her off guard and her head jerked a bit before she remembered…
