Authors Note

"Lets go pet"
It hurts. As a consequence for having a naturally bad mouth my body is littered with still bloody scars, making walking a single step agonizing. I ignore it though as I always have had a high pain tolerance, besides I have worse things to think about at the moment. Like where the hell I was going. But as I got dragged through the corridor a single, seemly ridiculous thought, ran through my mind. Did I seriously just get kidnapped and enslaved because of a fucking chicken biscuit?