Chapter Eighteen

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Kayla's POV:

I crawled towards the wall and tried to stand up. My legs felt weak and I was incredibly tired. Eventually I managed to stand and leaned against the wall, contemplating what to do next.

"You're Kayla correct?" I jumped and whipped around to where I assumed the person talked from. I heard them walk closer, then they reached up and pulled off the blindfold. I winced and screwed my eyes shut against the bright lights, opening them a little to get them adjusted.

"Y..Yes. I'm Kayla. Where am I?" I asked. The man in front of me sighed. Strangely enough he was dressed in a black Military uniform with combat boots. His face had plenty of scars and marks. Were they out fighting?

"You're in a special facility made for owners with very stubborn pets. Your kind calls it Hell. Here we have 6 weeks to break you down until you're nothing but their little obedient puppy dog. There's multiple ways but your owner requested a not very lethal one" He explained. My heart dropped.

"Please...I just want to go home. Kill me. Please kill me just tell them something went wrong and I died please" I begged as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the metal wall on the far right wall. There were several rings there imbedded into the wall and 3 short chains attached to it. He pushed me to the floor and hooked 2 to my collar. Then he walked away to the table.

"I'm sorry. I can't do that. If you die your owner would personally skin me alive. You're a very lucky one. Usually any of the ones bold enough to act out in public get public punishments." He said in response. He lifted a heavy looking black box off of the table and secured the third chain to another metal ring on it. Pressing some buttons the box turned on.

'Kayla is a bad girl'

Then pain. I shrieked as my collar and what I guessed was the box shocked me at the same time. I could barely breathe. It lasted for what seemed to be forever. I felt tears whelm in my eyes and start their journey down my face.

'Kayla is a good girl'

The pain stopped and I could breathe again. I looked up at the man who was writing something down on a clipboard.

"5 minute intervals. Begin with 40 cycles." I heard him mumble. He tucked the clipboard under his arm and sighed.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way. I'm just doing my job" He whispered, coming over and petting my hair. I looked up at him and went to say something.

"I—"

'Kayla is a bad girl'

More pain. I bit my lip hard and closed my eyes, trying to breathe normally. He stopped petting me and I was left alone. I curled up as best as I could.

I just want to go home

(Time Skip)

Maya's POV:

"You think she'll last through this? They have a 99% success rate" Krystal said, closing out of the tab. I glanced up from my own laptop and shrugged.

"Probably not. I requested one of the ones that won't cause that much bodily harm but had the highest success rate. Shock torture. It's supposed to make her respond negatively to a saying and she'll do anything to avoid hearing or seeing it" I replied. Krystal chuckled.

"Damn. Maybe you should of sent her there earlier" She said while laughing. Her pet shifted on the floor uncomfortably. I chose to ignore it.

"I was actually thinking of making her a model. She's pretty and definitely has the body for one. But now she has a pretty bad girl rep so we might have to do some public punishments beforehand" I said. Krystal perked way up at that.

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