Where Did You Sleep Last Night

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I let out a deep rumble as this skinned beast reached out to me.

Words are being thrown around you in a language I don't understand as anything but white noise.

The skinned paw didn't jolt. It was harsh in pushing my shoulder to the ground. Flashing my teeth like daggers, I was shaking in my pelt. I didn't ask to be brought here, and I was going to make sure I got out with every hackle on my back intact.

Scents whirled around. Some were like little screams for help, others were cries in agony. They were like statistics- I didn't wish to be a part of them.

I finally jumped to my feet, my 80 pound body making the surface I was on shake. I let out a stern "back off" bark. My tail was raised, my ears flat against my head and neck. The skin beasts moved like a wave away from me, but rushed back like they were coming back to shore.

My teeth nearly scathed each of their paws. Why were they not listening?

I felt pressure on my hips, and attempted to writhe out of their grasps, but it was too late. There were four skin beasts attached to me now, and a fifth was coming at me with a dark object. I fought so hard against them putting it on my face, but four against one isn't a fight I was going to win. They finally let go of me when the object was tied at the nape of my neck.

I was heaving so hard. I couldn't even pant as the object had sealed my mouth shut.  One of the larger skinned beasts got me off of the tall surface and onto the ground, and dragged me into a confinement with tiny windows up and down the walls.

When they left, I pawed at it roughly. My claws fit through the gaps, but they had sealed it as they did my mouth.

I did not want to be here, but why did you drag me here?