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They give the pets here a year. A year of torture and humiliation in every aspect ever thought of, plus some. A year until we're given to some buyer off of the black market, just so that they can do whatever the hell they want with us.

The pet masters here are absolutely illegal. The thing is though, is that they're given the highest rep in all of their competition, because they have a history of giving out the most well behaved, most beautiful and handsome pets of all. The well behaved part of us comes from the torturing they do, and the beauty part comes from the healing process they force us to do after they've had their way with us.

I'm saying us because I'm one of those pets.

I've been scarred forever by the things they've done to me, and the outcome of seeing the others getting the same fate. I thought for sure that I was going to be bought, then my one year mark was rapidly approaching. I used to think: I don't care if I die by the hands of a stranger, I'll die either way; by a human or by blood sucking leach, I don't care anymore.

Then I got to thinking. What if I got saved?

My story started the day that a dreaded leach came up to my cage, and asked a pet master for my name. "Ray Psych." The fugly pet master said to the man who's eyes I have yet to meet.

"Hmm.." I was looking at his feet, seeing him tip the toe of his expensive looking shoe up and down in thought. I felt a rattle on the top of my cage, looking up I saw it was the leachs' hand. He was less ugly than the others, I'll give him that. I held back a sneer, refusing to look him in the eyes. He caught on.

"Look me in the eyes." He commanded.

The words that left his mouth took me a second to digest, then I looked. The eyes I met were a dull red. I was used to the piercing red of the leaches eyes that I had to deal with daily.

"How much?" The less ugly leach said. Little did I know, those words would be start of something that couldn't be described in a single word.

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