“Now let’s get you washed, f**k meat,” he laughed and pulled the chain as he turned and headed to the door and outside. He showed no concern about if she could keep up, if she was fast enough to her feet to follow, or if he had to drag her behind himself. It was on her to be attentive enough it seemed. Her fault if she did not keep up.
She left the house behind him and inhaled deeply. The sun on her skin was so nicely warm. It had not been cold inside. The wood fired hearth upstairs had made sure of that. Still, sun on your skin was a totally different thing. The scent of the woods around the house was delightful. She actually smiled. This was so nice, so much better than being in a cage. The tug of the chain made her walk and the grass between her toes was a welcome sensation.
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