Lucy screams for help.

As Henry's pants began to come down, panic rose in Lucy. Scrambling out of the dog bed, her leg caught its edge and she fell on the floor, banging her hip. When she tried to stand up it protested, the pain almost making her fall again. She was going to be ****. She screamed.

"Help! Help, please-"

Her voice was muffled when Henry threw himself on her, using one hand to cover her mouth and the other to hold her down. Lucy bit his hand and kicked wildly, trying to throw him off her. "No! You bastard, stop!"

"Just shut up," Henry hissed back. "You're not supposed to talk!"

"Fuck you," Lucy retorted, squirming beneath him.

Before she could say anything else she heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. A moment later the lights turned on and Dan, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, ran into the living room. His wife, who had changed into a long robe, was right behind him. "What the hell is going on here?" Dan demanded.

"Lucy's speaking," Henry blurted out, letting go of her and yanking up his pants, which were hanging around his upper thighs.

"He tried to **** me!" Lucy screamed.

Luckily, Henry's belt was still open and his mother saw it. "What is wrong with you, Henry? She's our pet, you deviant!"

"But I didn't..." Henry stammered, but Valerie wasn't having it.

"Go to your room. Now. We'll deal with you after we've made sure you didn't hurt Lucy."

Henry looked like he still wanted to protest, not moving except to fix his belt. Before he could do either, Dan grabbed the scruff of his shirt and dragged him out of the room, leaving only Valerie and a frightened Lucy.

Breathing out heavily, Valerie knelt by Lucy's side. "Are you ok, sweetie? You can talk if you have to."

But all Lucy could do was cry. Tears flowing down her face, she hugged her mistress' side and sobbed. Valerie's arms wrapped around her shaking body and she whispered comforting words. After a few minutes the tears stopped and Lucy calmed down enough that Valerie could draw back a little, her hand still on Lucy's shoulder. "I'm so sorry Lucy. We're supposed to be helping you and my own son... I can't believe him. Come on, you're sleeping in our room tonight."

Dan, who had come back while Lucy was still crying, carried the dog bed upstairs while Valerie gently lead their pet by the leash. In the master bedroom she locked the door from the inside while her husband set up the bed, and then got some tissues to dry Lucy's face. "Are you sure you're ok?"

Lucy managed to smile and put her hand on Valerie's as she nodded. The woman gave her another pat before Lucy curled up in her doggy bed, while Valerie and her husband got back under the covers of their bed.