~' 𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖫𝖸 s𝗍rᥱᥱ𝗍 ႺმႵ'~

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

A shard of glass is thrown at me and I screech as it digs into my skin, my pelt clung to me in various places, tugging at me and forming red patches through my black and white fur.

I flatten my ears and tuck my tail as they reach for another shard.

This has been going on since I had been adopted, it started out nice and caring. But then the she-twoleg disappeared, and the he-twoleg had an aura of distress and sorrow around him since.

That's when the beatings started.

If I made a noise, it would only be more severe.

My pupils thinned into slits as the hair on my back prickled.

I was ready for the next shard, though. I sprinted away as the he-twoleg threw it, slamming into the wall, I had no way to slow myself because my claws had been cut so dull.

I whimpered quietly as I basically *felt* the bruise swell on my side.

The he-twoleg had enough.

He gaited forwards while I was distracted and picked my up by my scruff, throwing me into vile-smelling substances that stained my fur blue, yellow and purple.

My stomach was heaving, preparing to vomit as he clogged my mouth, forcing me to vomit in my mouth and swallow it.

I let out an cry and this only frustrated him.

He picked me up by my scruff again, and I curled into a ball in his grasp, my tail-tip meeting my face.

He opened the door, my ears perked as the keys jingled.

Once the door was fully open, the smells of the London streets swarmed my nose.

He supported my backside with his other hand, then launched me out the door.

I didn't react quickly enough so I skidded to a stop outside, my face and all down my front covered in mud and dirt.

I could hear him slam the door shut behind me.

I was free.

Free.

That sounds so weird to say.