CHAPTER 3: JOHN'S NEW PLAN!

I have now been back at John's for a month. Upside is I am no longer dog fighting. John can see that as cool as it would be to 

have his three legged dog win battles, that I just couldn't do it. I was done. I could see that and so could John. 

So first few weeks he had me on the floor kicking the s**t out of me, then he stopped before he broke some of my bones or

something. Although now it pains me even more to move let alone get up, not that I can get up. I have been crawling along 

everywhere. 

Now that he has stopped kicking me, and hitting me its a little better I guess. Although I only get fed just enough to keep me

alive im always hungry, very skinny and weak. Also the last couple of days the weather has been really bad, belting down rain,

and im sleeping in mud, Im usually very cold, I have no shelter. I doubt things could get any worse. 

The next morning I wake up crying to myself, as im depressed and always in pain, I wish I could just die already. Then I hear 

Johns footsteps, and the door flys open. I close my eyes and think to myself crap he hates when I yelp, was I yelping to loud. 

Though I hear no yelling. I open my eyes, and look up into those horrible eyes of my master. Although instead I wind up looking

at the dog beside John, a big black Doberman. He looks down on me as if mocking me, then he looks up at John again. 

"Good morning Sev." John says with a smirk on his face. 

I wonder to myself what this could be about. 

"Meet my new and improved fighter Rex."

For a moment I wonder to myself If this means, John has no use for me anymore. I mean if he where to get rid of me, dump me somewhere,

anywhere would be way better then being hear. I have a glimpse of hope. John quickly defuses that hope when he says...

"He is also your new f**k buddy. I mean can't you see it, golden retriever mixed with Doberman, pretty cool breeds of pups.

Maybe you can make me rich this way." John finishes saying as he smiles down on me. 

"God I am good to you Sev and you whine all the time. See you don't deserve to be fed, but im going to feed you allot to make sure

you are in good shape to eventually give birth, You also get a good f**k, and who doesn't like that. 

Plus no more dog fighting. I will also make sure you are comfortable, ill make you up a nice bed in the garage. 

Only catch is you will both be locked up in there until you get knocked up as they say."

I tremble in fear over what John has just told me, I honestly think this could be worse. I mean some of it sounds better, but will that really be

worth most likely getting raped, because that's what its going to be, I doubt its going to be consensual. My heart beats a million miles an hour

and I think I have a panic attack, then everything is to much for me and I just pass out, In overwhelmed.