Rendevous with a Comet

The wire mesh of my cage cuts into my paws, and I wince. The other dog’s yells seem to pierce through my skull, leaving my head throbbing and my whole body shaking with fear. I wasn’t the only one omitting the horrid stench of dread. Many of the other skinny dogs around me also shook. But then there were the few dogs that had anger glinting in their eyes, their hackles constantly raised, a snarl always playing on their lips; the group of dogs that were born and raised here, the group that knows of nothing but death.
Because here, at the dog fights, only the strong survive.

**This will not at all be too graphic.**