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Ally POV
"Don't touch me!" I screamed, pushing against the man who was holding me.
"You'll do as I say, you useless piece of crap!" he snarled, slapping me across the face and leaving three long gashes where his claws had connected with my skin.
I whimpered quietly but said nothing more.
"That's a good slave," he said menacingly.
I hissed quietly but made no objections to the insult. He was much larger than me, and there was no possible way that I could fight him off.
He dragged me only a few more feet, and then dropped me on the ground. I almost sighed in relief as my feet were left with a break from the constant twigs and stones ripping into them. I was pretty sure they looked like a nasty mess.
"I've brought another one," the man who held me announced, his bright green eyes shining smugly and contrasting greatly against his black fur.
"Very good," praised another man that I could not see. "You may go now."
The man nodded and left, his tail swishing as he turned the dark corner we had just come from.
"What a fine specimen,' the man I could not see said. He touched me lightly on the back, and I growled loudly, fighting against my restraints. "Oooo and a feisty one too."
His hand moved on top of my head, his fingers resting slightly on my muzzle. I went cross eyed and studied his dangerous claws and the dark gray fur above them. Even his hand looked deadly.
"Don't do anything reckless," he advised.
I did nothing, which I thought was the response he wanted because he lifted his hand from my head.
"Put her in the holding pen," he ordered.
I felt myself be picked up roughly, my handler behind me. "Yes, sir."
He then drug me to another dark corner, and this one was twice as frightening because of the cries and shrieks coming from it. I whimpered as he threw me inside.
"I bet those others will untie you," he informed me, just an outline now.
I didn't know who he meant, but I knew I was soon to find out.
Movement sounded from behind me, but with the restraints I was unable to turn around and see who it was.
"Hello," a feminine voice announced, and I assumed she was another slave just like I was to become. "Welcome to the holding pen. This is where all of us slaves are kept. I can assure you that you won't be enjoying your stay."
