Koya

                                    

                                          
Emotions. They are heard to explain sometimes.....
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Koya stretches his body awake with a silent yawn. Sitting up on his decent sized 'dog' bed on the floor, he stares up at his owner still sleeping on his bed. His very oversized shirt draped on his thin torso and slowly falling off his right shoulder. He wore nothing underneath.
Looking at the digital clock, Koya sighs. 7: ** am.
He hates waking up so early so naturally. After thirty minutes of waiting for his owner to wake up, his legs grew restless. Maybe another stretch will help.
Being in such a dark room, Koya couldn't see much of the furniture around him. Plus, he is very clumsy. So when he stretched his legs, he kicked the nightstand holding a glass vase full of flowers. Koya's heart stopped when the shattered glasses spatter across the floor. The water running around. The flowers laying on the floor.
A lamp light flicks on, causing him to turn to the bed. He saw his owner staring at him emotionlessly. Koya didn't know what to do or think.
"Koya." The tiger hybrid spoke. His voice was deep and laced with frustration. "Did you just break the last thing my late mother gave to me?"
Swallowing his saliva, Koya looks at the mess he's made before staring back at his owner. Lying gets him nowhere, so with a quick nod, he bows his head in shame.
With a displeased sigh, the tiger speaks again. "8:10. The day is barely starting and I have to punish you? Ugh, if you weren't so satisfying, I would've sold you to the Cleaners."
Koya wanted to cry, he knew of the Cleaners and the work his kind had to do. He also knew that he wouldn't survive such a job. "I guess it can't be helped."
Koya watched as his owner hopped off his bed and made his way to him. He wanted to back away but he knew that would just make it worse. He waited for the inevitable.
The tiger gripped Koya by his collar and forced him across his bedroom floor. The glass shards that were over the floor made it inside Koya's skin. The human didn't dare cry. "Start walking! You know where to go!"
Quickly getting on his hands and knees, Koya runs, on all fours, to the basement where his punishment and pleasure room resides. Once he made it to the closed doors, he waits for his owner to open it. He wanted to let his tears fall but he knew he wasn't allowed.
"Get in." The tiger orders after opening the door. Koya stumbles inside and waits for a new order. There are so many punishing tools and areas to be sat/laid on that he needs instructions on what to get on.
"That vase was literally priceless. My mother made it so there isn't one like it. She's dead now. You think I can just ask her to make me a new one? This isn't like the last four times you broke her vase for me."
Koya watches as his owner walks towards a long closet and pulls out a paddle.....covered in spikes, loose nails, and barbed wires.