Pet

Yet again, He awoke. She looked up at him, his eyes were filled with sleepy thoughts and tears. His nightmare must have gotten worse. "Pet, it's okay..." She kissed his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." He tried to bury his face in her shoulder but was met with a gental hand. "Look at me, Pet."
He looked up at her and whimpered softly, "Master don't let her near me. Please?"
She nodded and kissed him again. "I won't let her near you ever again, love."
The memory haunted her. She remembered finding him beaten and bruised on the street. His old master chasing him. That woman wasn't fit to have the honor of master. She was nothing but a power whore with sadistic tendancy. He was screaming the word red, but she didn't listen. Her whole body seemed to throw the tip of the whip at him and rake across his back. She saw him fall and then the woman continued to beat him. She couldn't stand the sight of it and began walking away. Behind her she heard his screams as his master beat him. Then, silence. She cringed at the thought of what she would see if she turned around, but she did anyway.
The woman moved closer and kicked him hard in his side and a pitiful yelp came from him. The woman turned from the man and left him on the street to die. He looked away from that woman and up to her. He whimpered, pleading her to help him. She looked at all the welts and the blood pouring from his back where the whip cut too deep.
"Can you move?" She asked. He tried to move to his knees, but fell face-first onto the hard pavement. "Come on" She coaxed gently, "You can get up. I'll help you." Her hands moved around his sides and she pulled him to his knees. "Come on, love, you can do it." She pulled him to his feet and he held onto her, shaking and shivering in the cool air.
His voice was soft, almost child-like and he looked at her. "My Master... she's not my master anymore." He looked to the ground, ashamed. "She beats me for no reason." He held on tighter to her "She's not my master."
She nodded, not understanding how someone was another's master, but she pulled him closer. "Let's get you cleaned up, little one." She took his hand and pulled him along. "We're going home."