Warning before we start! This chapter is pretty gruesome and is not for the weak stomachs! Thank you! Enjoy reading!
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After the men took me out of my cage, I was taken to another small enclosed space. It was brown, flimsy, and very small. I could bite it and it would collapse! The men provided no way of air to come to me while I was in the space, so I was basically suffocating. The enclosed space was in the back of their truck, so I would be perfectly still, then get pushed around and fall down on the hard ground. The ride was basically 15 minutes of torture, not being able to breathe, being thrown around so easily by the simplest turn. It hurt, but after a while the truck came to a sudden stop, of course pushing me one last time. The men opened the enclosed space and picked me up. I could finally breathe, but with the scarred man's grasp I wasn't able to function, it was as if I was a doll, can't move, can't speak. All I could do was look pitiful, which is something I don't want show with these men around. They dropped me down onto the cold, hard, ground. The man with the scar pointed to the nearest squirrel and said "Attack." I didn't want to follow this man's orders. I wanted to be a house dog not a hunting dog, so I stood my ground. "I SAID ATTACK!" The man's voice got louder and angrier, as if I woke a sleeping bear. However, I still didn't want to follow this man's orders, so I still stood my ground. Before I knew it, the man lashed me with a whip. It stung, and put a giant gash in my side. I howled, but the man just whipped me again. This time bleeding on both sides and blood was coming out faster than I imagined. One last time the man said "Attack!" So I did. I charged as fast as I could toward the squirrel and bit it's neck. Once my achievement was done the man with the scar said "Come." I went back to where he was at slowly and miserably. I dropped the squirrel down next to him, and looked at him. He glared at me, then kicked the squirrel away from him. "Next time, be faster. No food today." The man went towards the front door of his house, I followed him. When he learned I was about to come inside, he kicked me then said "You sleep outside." He pointed toward the truck where the enclosed space was. "That box is your bed, good night." The man with the scar then slammed the door shut. I looked back at the truck with the space which is now called a "box." I was too weak to jump up onto the truck. So I licked my wounds, thinking it would help. The blood kept gushing out, and I would just have to lick it. After an hour or two the bleeding stopped. With as much strength as I could manage, I jumped up onto the truck. I was so weak that I collapsed right into the box and fell asleep. Only to find tomorrow much, much, MUCH harder.
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Unfair Life
ActionMutt is a black Labrador who is taken in by dog fighting trainers, read along as Mutt tells his story.
