"We can keep doing this, over and over.

“We can keep doing this, over and over.

This ends one of two ways for you, mutt.

Either you will admit what you are, or we will do the job we were sent here to do.

Every time you get hauled up, might be the last time you feel the ground again.

You fought all those other guards for your life, freedom, before they handed you over to us to deal with.”

At first it wasn’t real, just a dream, a nightmare as you were dragged over to the rope. As you saw it go over your head, felt it against your neck… before it was pulled snug. The feeling of its weight hanging on your shoulders, the roughness on your neck… it started to sink in…

“This can’t be happening, they can’t really be doing this, surely someone would notice I’m missing, they can’t just make me disappear like this, right? right?!” Your mind raced as they pulled the bag over your head. As they pulled the rope tight and held you in place.

You remember all the feelings, tugging at your restraints helplessly…

Then you woke up on the floor.

“So which will it be, accept your new place in life, or enjoy the final view of the inside of this bag…”

“…Alright, inside of the bag it is…”

And in to darkness and up in the air you went again, this time, you knew what was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier, no, it just made it worse…

And then, the floor again, but this time, it was different, this time, as your jumbled thoughts tried to re-order themselves, as the world stuttered back to reality… it really sank in… they can just leave you up there.

“So I’m going to ask again, whats it going to be…”

You laugh, a broken, confused laugh, but a laugh.

“Oh, your one of those, ok, this is going to be fun… for us.”

The bag goes back over your head.

This time, there’s even more desperate clawing at your restraints, but they are sill unyielding. You don’t have a chance…** “is this it?” **

Again, on the floor, but this time, its like they know something is different.

“Bark, Accept what you are, bark, dog.”

You don’t think, you just obey, you bark, deep, genuine barks… No thoughts, only dog.

Inmate: 62740