Page 71 of My Little Doe

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“What the fuck is that?” he shot out.

“I’m pretty sure your eyes work well,” I said.

“Okay, smart ass. I see a fucking kitten,” he said.

“Yeah, and it's alone. No mama in sight. It’s cold and hungry,” I said.

“Put it back down… nature sucks,” he said.

“No! I’m not gonna just let it die!” I shouted. “We need to find its mother.”

I stood, holding the little kitten to my chest. I started walking, staring at the ground for any clues.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for its mom,” I said.

“No point,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Stop looking, Zalayuh!” he grumbled.

“Why? It needs food!”

“I’m pretty certain I killed its mother last night,” he muttered.

“You did what?” I yelled.

“It attacked me first… to be fair,” he said.

I grumbled under my breath and turned to walk toward the house. There was no point in looking for its mother. I stomped through the leaves.

“I didn’t know there was a baby!” he yelled.

“You just fucking love torturing new moms, huh?” I said.

“I didn’t torture you!” he yelled.

“You held me captive. Hell, you’re still holding me captive. Your little plaything!” I screamed.

“Far from my little plaything, because if you were…”

“If I were, what?”

“Nothing,” he muttered.

“There you go again… beating around the damn bush,” I said.

“There is no damn point…”

“Yeah… yeah… complicated. I’m so fragile… blah, blah, blah,” I said.

“What is your plan with that damn kitten?” he asked.

We had almost made it back to the cabin.

“I don’t know yet… keep it?” I said.

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