The authorities have tricked me. A folly I shouldn't have fell for, but they knew my weakness. I was promised a walk, and it was. A walk right into a trap. As we excited their vehicle, I expected my paws to meet with the lovely soft grass of a park and scents of my fellow friends... and some enemies, yet what I saw was much worse than any enemy.
A companion from the southern regions of the America's, shaking, their tiny, frail body held in the arms of their commanders, leaving a building meant to shave you down to nothing and cut your toes off. My companion followed instructions, loyally, and were cut down to look like a lion. It was ridiculou and I was frightened at the site and tried to flee but their noose was tight, forcing me to stop as I nearly choked myself unconscious.
At this point, I was ready to pass out and began, embarrassingly, whimpering. Why would they betray me? I was loyal, if nothing else. The days we'd spent checking the perimeter of the neighborhood, ensuring safety for all, and this is my thanks? To be waterboarded?
Again, the officials knew how to ease my anxiety, as they treated me to a delight. Right in front of my face, was the scent of pupperoni, those beefy little delights. I couldn't resist, I was weak. As my teeth clench the snack and bit in, it must've been laced with something foreign because I was blinded, my senses dulled, and i found myself simply following the hand before me with nothing else in my mind. When I was done chewing and my stomach was satisfied, I found myself strapped to a metal table, and I knew, it was over for me.
The torturer was particularly cruel, telling me that I was a good boy, making me feel calm before blasting me with water or cutting my toes off. Why did she want the hard part of my toes? Was she a witch? Or did she just simply want a trophy? It was too hard to tell because before I knew it, she had a knife, near my eyes, chopping away at my fluff. I could still taste the pupperoni and felt betrayed by it too somehow.
Then, as if she couldn't go on with it anymore, the witch came to her senses, deemed me a good companion, and handed me back to the authorities. On the way back to their vehicle, I shook and shook the new smells she lathered me with and rubbed myself in my old scent I'd left in the seat. The joke is on them.
Just when I thought I couldn't trust the authorities, they opened the door, coaxing me with the squeal of a fresh new toy and my ears perked at the love in their voice. Perhaps there was a traitor amongst us and they simply needed to Vet me first. I forgave them and we ventured home.
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The authorities have tricked me. A folly I shouldn't have fell for, but they knew my weakness. I was promised a walk, and it was. A walk right into a trap. As we excited their vehicle, I expected my paws to meet with the lovely soft grass of a park and scents of my fellow friends... and some enemies, yet what I saw was much worse than any enemy.
A companion from the southern regions of the America's, shaking, their tiny, frail body held in the arms of their commanders, leaving a building meant to shave you down to nothing and cut your toes off. My companion followed instructions, loyally, and were cut down to look like a lion. It was ridiculou and I was frightened at the site and tried to flee but their noose was tight, forcing me to stop as I nearly choked myself unconscious.
At this point, I was ready to pass out and began, embarrassingly, whimpering. Why would they betray me? I was loyal, if nothing else. The days we'd spent checking the perimeter of the neighborhood, ensuring safety for all, and this is my thanks? To be waterboarded?
Again, the officials knew how to ease my anxiety, as they treated me to a delight. Right in front of my face, was the scent of pupperoni, those beefy little delights. I couldn't resist, I was weak. As my teeth clench the snack and bit in, it must've been laced with something foreign because I was blinded, my senses dulled, and i found myself simply following the hand before me with nothing else in my mind. When I was done chewing and my stomach was satisfied, I found myself strapped to a metal table, and I knew, it was over for me.
The torturer was particularly cruel, telling me that I was a good boy, making me feel calm before blasting me with water or cutting my toes off. Why did she want the hard part of my toes? Was she a witch? Or did she just simply want a trophy? It was too hard to tell because before I knew it, she had a knife, near my eyes, chopping away at my fluff. I could still taste the pupperoni and felt betrayed by it too somehow.
Then, as if she couldn't go on with it anymore, the witch came to her senses, deemed me a good companion, and handed me back to the authorities. On the way back to their vehicle, I shook and shook the new smells she lathered me with and rubbed myself in my old scent I'd left in the seat. The joke is on them.
Just when I thought I couldn't trust the authorities, they opened the door, coaxing me with the squeal of a fresh new toy and my ears perked at the love in their voice. Perhaps there was a traitor amongst us and they simply needed to Vet me first. I forgave them and we ventured home.
Written from my phone, sorry about any mistakes.