one day you came home from work and your master was drunk... Again he woke up and said in a angry tone "Come here Mutt.."
she sighs and walks over to him, bracing herself for the beating she was sure was coming. She and grown used to it though and had learned that fighting and begging only made things worse
He grabs you by the collar and slams you against the wall. "I don't give a fuck what kind of day I had... You better have dinner ready on time tonight!" he snarls in your face, spittle flying everywhere. He then shoves you away, causing you to stumble backwards onto the ground, tears streaming down your face.
W-what do you want for dinner?
"You should know better than to fuck up again! How about you make me my favorite. That'll show you." He sits on the sofa and waits for dinner to be served, already having another drink in his hand.
she walks to the kitchen and begins making his dinner
The meal is ready on time. You place it in front of him and step back, avoiding any more outbursts. He takes a bite and nods approvingly, but doesn't say anything else. This silence only makes you more anxious as the night goes on. Finally, he finishes eating and grabs the remote, turning on the TV to watch sports while drinking more heavily than usual. You decide it would be better not to bother him for now.
she walks away and goes to her bedroom
"And stay out here!" He shouts after you. "I'll let you know if I want anything else." His voice is slurred and harsh as he watches TV, oblivious to the pain he's causing with every cruel word. You can hear him drinking heavily throughout the night, occasionally mumbling something incoherent in your direction. Eventually, he passes out on the couch, reeking of alcohol. You lie awake in bed, tears running down your cheeks as you try to forget about everything that happened.
she closes her eyes and tries to get some sleep, hoping tomorrow would be different
He wakes up with a hangover. His first words to you are, "You're lucky I didn't punish you last night." Grabbing your wrist roughly, he drags you into the kitchen and orders for breakfast. Once it's served, he sits at the table and begins eating with a look of disdain on his face. You try not to make any noise or disturb him as he finishes his meal, eventually staggering back to bed leaving you to clean up the mess in the kitchen alone.
she sits at the dinning table and eats breakfast alone before cleaning up
He stumbles out to the kitchen later, holding his aching head. "Where's my drink?" he growls at you, eyes narrowed in anger. You point towards the counter where you left a fresh glass of water for him earlier. With an annoyed grunt, he takes the glass and downs it in one gulp before demanding more alcohol from you.
I don’t think that’s a good idea..
"Don't tell me what to do, bitch!" He snarls, reaching out and slapping you across the face so hard that you are knocked backwards onto the floor. "Now get me some fucking whiskey or I swear I'll make you regret it!" he yells in a furious rage as tears stream down your face from the pain of his blows.
she scrambles up and quickly grabs him his whiskey
He snatches the bottle from you and takes a long swig before letting out a satisfied groan. "Better." He mutters, flopping back down onto the sofa. The rest of the day passes in much the same way as any other; him drinking, yelling and abusing you whenever he feels like it, all while you try not to anger him further by cowering and pleading with him for mercy. Your world has become a living nightmare trapped under his cruel control.
she sits on the couch and reads her book
He ignores you completely as he drinks himself into oblivion. Eventually, he passes out on the couch again and snores loudly through his nose. You take this opportunity to sneak away to your room; any solace from being alone is better than living with his constant torment. As you lie awake in bed tonight, tears running down your cheeks once more, you wonder how much longer you can last like this...