That night after lola had been locked away, and my Master was sound asleep I found myself outside in lola’s garden, amongst her pretty flowers pots over run by vivid colors. I curled my arms around my legs and pressed my chin to my knees and tried to sort out my brooding thoughts.
Unlike lola I am not all ribbons, and sunshine, and green thumbs. No, I am more the night creature, all secretive, and sneaky, and downright dangerous sometimes. That became all too evident when I attacked lola and threatened to kill her. She wasn’t the first person I have ever attacked, and probably wont be the last. For the most part I am able to keep my temper in check, but when I lose it, I go over the edge.
I am of my parent’s blood. I have the passion of my birth mother when I am ravaged by men and the fury of my birth father when I feel threatened and lola threatens me. I hear my Master’s words when he says I am his slave and that lola and I are different, and that I shouldn’t compare myself to her, but there is something about the barbarian. Perhaps I am threatened by the fact that she is a barbarian! They are different creatures, like exotic pets.
I have decided to go back to the rules I made for myself long ago; there are two.
One: Never allow yourself to become too attached to your owner.
Two: Never break rule number one.
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