I don't sleep. I stay awake and near the door, staring into the darkness. After what feels like forever, the door opens. I jump back, and Master laughs.
I see that he's holding a collar and leash in his hand. I try to calm my churning stomach. He leans down and clips the collar around my neck, just a little too tight. He hooks the leash on and smiles. "There we go. Perfect. Heal."
He pulls on the leash and I try to stand to follow him. He immediately shoves me back down. "Bad slave. Only humans walk on two legs," he says, "You are not a human. You are a slave. No more than an object. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," I say weakly.
"Say it," he snaps.
"I'm an object, Master," I say, hating myself for giving in.
He grins, pleased. "Good. Follow."
I crawl after him. We pass O
