Stella's Escape

The bitter October wind whipped through the alley, biting at your exposed skin. Two weeks. Two weeks since you broke free from the towering figure who called himself your owner, two weeks of constant fear and the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. You shuffled deeper into the shadow, the sheer scale of the surrounding buildings a constant, oppressive reminder of your vulnerability.
Your stomach groaned, a weak, pathetic sound in the vast silence of the alley. How long had it been since you last ate? Days, maybe longer. You were weak, so, so tired.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The sound vibrated through the ground, growing louder, closer. Your eyes snapped open, adrenaline momentarily overriding your exhaustion. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through you. It was a giant. He knelt down, his face filling your vision, his brown eye fixated on you. "Well, hello there," he rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. "Are you okay?"