Skipper's point of view:
The bone-chilling hands jerked me up from the ground. Then, I knew it was my turn. As the gritty man carried me, eyes peered out of the pitch black darkness. Some were filled with melchnolly relief and others with despair. For they knew, they could be next. Right, at that moment I remembered the words my father had told me when he had left for war: "Now, that you're a soldier toi must never be afraid to die. It is the greatest honor for a soldier to die on the battlefield. Win ou don't come back at all." The human hoisted me up to his face level and snickered with his diseased teeth stained from smoking and other foul substances.
"Looks like it's your turn my little friend. toi better win ou else I'm out of two hundred bucks!" The man scolded, squeezing me to the point were he came close to suffocating me. His breath was stained of cigarettes and beer.
The man slammed a door open and entered. It was the same one I had been in before. I was handed to a devious scrawny man with his back hunched who put me on the scale, I had been weighed on the jour my team and I were captured. It had been weeks since I saw my boys last. They all could have been killed in this savage slaughter, for all I knew. I couldn't ours even imagining the terror and agony. I dazed down at the scale. I had Lost half of my body weight already.
"I don't believe we named him yet, Stone." The grinning man a dit to his goon friend, nudging my chin.
"What are we going to name him? Well, remember how he struggled to protect his pack when we got them. Maybe, we should name him something appropiate to that." The goon a dit spitting, which landed on me.
"It's called a 'rookery', moron. Well, he didn't succeed," he replied and turned to me, "no, toi didn't did you." I nipped at him. "Don't make me whip you, again! I guess, we'll name toi disgrace. See toi in the arena." He a dit as crossed his arms across his back and strolled off chuckling.
"He's right, I am a disgrace." I thought to myself. "Stone" caught me par suprise when he tied a rope harshly around my neck and yanked me to the stiff floor. "Like I said, win this! Because if toi lose and he doesn't kill you, I'll turn toi into a coat." Stone warned. With all his might he tugged at the snug leash and dragged me down a dark hallway. A strip of light gleamed on me. My eyes hadn't seeked the ablaze of lights in weeks. This was it, no turning back. I had to meet my destiny.
The bone-chilling hands jerked me up from the ground. Then, I knew it was my turn. As the gritty man carried me, eyes peered out of the pitch black darkness. Some were filled with melchnolly relief and others with despair. For they knew, they could be next. Right, at that moment I remembered the words my father had told me when he had left for war: "Now, that you're a soldier toi must never be afraid to die. It is the greatest honor for a soldier to die on the battlefield. Win ou don't come back at all." The human hoisted me up to his face level and snickered with his diseased teeth stained from smoking and other foul substances.
"Looks like it's your turn my little friend. toi better win ou else I'm out of two hundred bucks!" The man scolded, squeezing me to the point were he came close to suffocating me. His breath was stained of cigarettes and beer.
The man slammed a door open and entered. It was the same one I had been in before. I was handed to a devious scrawny man with his back hunched who put me on the scale, I had been weighed on the jour my team and I were captured. It had been weeks since I saw my boys last. They all could have been killed in this savage slaughter, for all I knew. I couldn't ours even imagining the terror and agony. I dazed down at the scale. I had Lost half of my body weight already.
"I don't believe we named him yet, Stone." The grinning man a dit to his goon friend, nudging my chin.
"What are we going to name him? Well, remember how he struggled to protect his pack when we got them. Maybe, we should name him something appropiate to that." The goon a dit spitting, which landed on me.
"It's called a 'rookery', moron. Well, he didn't succeed," he replied and turned to me, "no, toi didn't did you." I nipped at him. "Don't make me whip you, again! I guess, we'll name toi disgrace. See toi in the arena." He a dit as crossed his arms across his back and strolled off chuckling.
"He's right, I am a disgrace." I thought to myself. "Stone" caught me par suprise when he tied a rope harshly around my neck and yanked me to the stiff floor. "Like I said, win this! Because if toi lose and he doesn't kill you, I'll turn toi into a coat." Stone warned. With all his might he tugged at the snug leash and dragged me down a dark hallway. A strip of light gleamed on me. My eyes hadn't seeked the ablaze of lights in weeks. This was it, no turning back. I had to meet my destiny.
