Koradonda Chapter 7, A Pet Named Lisa part 1

Ann awakes to find that the woman she loved is now a pet to the creature Jones

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The howling stopped, but Ann’s head continued to scream in agony. Her eyes refused to focus. She could not even be sure of the color of her surroundings.

Something that burned worse than fire was being poured down her throat. It brought back terrible memories of another burning that she could not quite place.

Then there was nothing.

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Dawn light streaming in the window greeted Ann when she opened her eyes again. Though not frightening, it was very strange to find a doe looking down on her, its head not far above her.

A moment later, and Lisa replaced the doe.

Bits and pieces of all that had happened came back.

Ann started to cry.

“I’m sorry, Lisa, I didn’t mean to do this to you.”

“Don’t, Ann. I owe you everything I have ever had, and I chose this. This is actually a much better life than I had before I met you.”

“But you have regrets.”

“Some.” She held out her arms to her side. “This is not real. The deer that stood waiting for you to wake; that is what is real. No matter how much of my time I spend like this, the deer is what’s real. It will horrify you, but I really am his Pet, a Pet that he can give a human form to and human mind.”

She sat down on Ann’s bed and took Ann’s hand. “There is much while alive I should have told you, but never could bring myself to do so. My whole life before you was ugly, an ugliness I refused to let you find out about. From when I turned four, until I met you, few were the days I did not suffer abuse, sexual and otherwise. I never even got a chance to learn to read. It started with my brothers, one showing another how it was done on their four-year-old sister. Soon it was three brothers and a father. It was not until my third try that I escaped at age fifteen. It took me two days to get to the city. I was only there two hours before a pimp found me, and sixty minutes before he had my spirit broken far worse than even what my family had. All of my memories from before meeting you were of pain and misery.”

Releasing her hand and standing back up, she went on. “Then, on a late rainy evening after two years of working the street, I walked into a bar to shake the chill. At first, I didn’t even know you were hitting on me. You had bought me a third drink when someone mentioned you were a cop. I put two and two together and got five. I assumed that, like several officers, you were expecting a payoff, in the form of physical services. That is why I went home with you instead of back to work.

“You confused the hell out of me, then. We never moved on to another phase of doing anything until you knew I was having a good time. It was the first time, ever, that I had physical contact that was pleasant. In your drunken laughing and giggling, I finally realized you didn’t even know I was a prostitute. When you went to sleep, I went into your bathroom and cried. After that wonderful night, I could not, would not, go back to the life I had.