Free. Chapter l

" We run. We fight. We die. It has always been the same. The Furless make us hurl ourselves at our Brothers and Sisters in a frenzy of rage and hatred, all for their own jocularity. We all hate it, but we cannot do a thing as the Furless pull on our collars and kick us with long and smooth sticks to drive us forward. We are not free and I do not think we ever will be. Never free. Some enjoy it, their Souls lost to their abhorrence. Those ones are the most dangerous for they will surely draw the most blood. "