Harley stared deeply at Kara, the baby giving another scream before exploding into tears.

"Aww, what wrong with baby? Is meanie puppy scare you?" She bent over Barry's face, her hands disappearing behind his head. The strap that was digging into his hair pinched tighter before falling loose. Off came the muzzle.

His jaw drooped. Ligaments swarmed with pins and needles, white lips and pressed teeth ached from the sudden rush of blood. His mitten massaged the grimy sweat around.

"Dun worry baby." Harley strode to a scraped cabinet. With some digging, she presented a crinkly bag that was torn down the side, exposing the dry cereal and clumping crumbs inside to the musky air. "How muchya wanna bet the dog's just hungry?" Mutts have to eat, too.

Barry's tongue watered. Cheeks and tonsils puffed with spit. Bile erupted into his throat, and he spit out the slick yellow saliva with sighs of relief that meant absolutely nothing.

The red and yellow bowls were dropped onto the sweaty floor. The yellow splashing most of the stale water along Barry's assumed walking trail, while the red spun into place. Harley stomped the red until it revealed the respective labeling. She hovered the bag, aimed in the general area, and cereal drier than chalk was scattered and ricocheted into a mess that was waiting to be blamed on Barry.

Kara's eyes and throat welled up at the image of anyone, even an animal consuming from that floor. Let alone being dragged on it by this madwoman, which was probably going to happen if he did not comply.

Barry's head whipped up towards his owner. His paw slammed on the floor. He sniffled his tears away and scowled at Harley with a thick slur. "ENOUGH!"

Harley dramatically gasped. The entire bag was wasted as it hit the floor. She began to scold him, even though no amount of shaming and degrading would be enough.

Barry slumped, trying to put support on his right arm so he could pull his trembling knee into a position that would allow him to stand. If not stand, to get into a position that would make him bigger than he is now. To prove that he was better than this, and to help Kara prove that they deserved better as humans.

His left hand wiggled around in the mitten in protest. He slammed it even harder into the ground, too angry to feel the stinging upon contact with the concrete. "ENOUGH is ENOUGH."

Harley giggled in amusement. She knew how this is going to work out, and enjoyed watching him learn. Dogs are not meant to stand straight on hind legs and neither was he.

He reclined into sitting position. Letting out a squeak in exhaustion and disappointment. A glance at Kara's tight red face gave his stomach a twinge, which made him lean forward to try again. He lunged up onto his knees, his back arched and elbows tight, eyebrows furrowed with an angry Heat. A deep growl and bark snapped from his throat.

Harley slammed her foot into his nose. When she kicked his forehead and pushed him away with her heel, he retreated, grabbing his nose and wincing.

His paws fell off of his face, slimy with his tears and a trail of saliva. He forced his eyes open to relieve the stinging from smeared snot. He lit up from the hiccuping and hacking.

She reached into her boot. Out came the polaroids, as she threw them in the air like party streamers. Barry raced over, his paws failing to catch them as Iris' face whisked to the filthy floor.

His owner's eye contact was piercing, glowing with disappointment and frustration. She walked over to the photographs and picked a few, fingering through them in the corner of her eye until she found the best one. Held it a foot away from Barry's face. Iris' eyes were deep-set in a terror that even she couldn't understand although it was right in front of her taking her photo. Her chocolate gaze was usually too foggy to make out the reflection in them, but in this photo, the only things hiding her photographer were the the nostalgic graininess and a small scratch in the lamination. The hopeful gleam from an open door in the back was making things much clearer. In the split-second Barry realized this, his eyes squinted to make out any identifying information about the environment - to make sense of that sign in the open door. The-

"But of course-" Harley tore the photo in half. "Enough is enough." Then into tiny shreds, almost dust.

A little squeal said, "NO!"

Kara's new tears were out of fear, but the ones of passion were still smeared on her face. "You… you… no hurt him!"

Harley's heels slammed the concrete as she strode over to her baby. With her hands on her hips and her face painted with disgust and disappointment, she asked baby to repeat herself.

Kara's mouth shuttered. She couldn't find the words within herself, as much as she was losing her cognition to comprehend the man writhing in pain and distress, trying to rub the vision back into his eyes, but she understood plenty to know this was a sick situation. "No hurt. You mean to him."

"He's being a bad dog. I have to do this. He needs to listen and have respect for Mommy. He's dangerous. Bad dog."

No. Kara would protest, and, as dumb as she could get, she knew what she was talking about.

Harley looked down at the ground, before her expression morphed into a confused anger back towards baby. "Are you going against your own Mommy?"

Yes. Kara would not stand down. Her facial muscles were not strong enough to paint the fury in her mind, but she knew Harley would recognize the gleam in her eyes.

Harley squealed, her hand clasped in delight. "Oh, baby, you are so precious. Mommy could never be maaad." Her eyebrows furrowed at the inability to process an angry Kara. Harley pinched her cheek. Giving a few playful tugs, and then squeezing harder, digging her fingernails into the puffy flesh. Making Kara squeal when a layer of skin popped open.

Kara's face trembled. She broke into tears, which streamed into the naive wound. Her hands smacked her lap hysterically, louder with each hit.

"HEY!" Barry barked.

Harley's foot slammed into his collar, plummeting his Adam's apple into his throat. His ass hit the floor, his balls audibly smacking down, butt plug rammed even further in and stabbing his prostate. He raced to grab his twisting gut, taking an open kick to his cheek. A blow to his forehead, sharp enough to make his vision fog over. Cold blood crawled into his eyebrow and was smeared in by Harley's sharp heel. Barry fell forward, his crimson eyebrow sealed to the tile and the metallic tainted every attempt at gasping for breath.

Harley placed a glittery pacifier into Kara's lips, forcing the three-inch teat past her teeth. The swallowing reflexes would try to consume it in as a distraction until it was baby's time on Harley's breasts.

Barry's face surrendered into the floor, which vibrated and tapped as Harley's boots pounded over to his dishes. Curling up with arms weakly crossed would keep his stomach's cramps at bay when it grumbled. Tightening his newly liberated face would suppress the physical flows of anger. But the pounding tear ducts would not stop.

His mistress's whistles resonated off the wall. "Youhoo, ankle biter. You want nummies?!" She clapped loudly.