Sweat, oil, along with the smell of other various fluids filled the air. There were only a few lights hanging from the ceiling that actually worked. Long dark shadows were cast against the walls, within those shadows were voices, that paused momentarily as I passed by to look at that which was crawling along side me. There was a lot of money to be made so each entry was peered at with narrowed, judging gazes. Calculations were quickly made, then bets were placed.
I stood leaning against one of the concrete columns, watching the competition. It was nothing I had not seen before. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, bones splintering beneath the endless barrage of brutal assaults. There was blood caked onto the outer edges of the ring, the sand inside of the circle clotted, and coated with body fluid.
I yanked hard on the chain to indicate that it was time to take a look at what was for the offering. We moved to the back of the room where we would be able to see what sort of completion; if any; were awaiting in the cages. I lazily strolled by, smirking at them. None of them would ever come close to being able to do the sort of damage mine could do. We had been training for a very long time. Battle scars were worn with pride, today she would receive more.
I pointed to one who looked terrified. I reached into the cage, pulled it to the bars, spit in it’s face, then licked off the saliva before it could form a droplet and fall from her jaw. She still tasted like Ivory Soap. This would be unfair for her, she was new, perhaps only two fights to her name, both of them losses. I considered her dead weight. I looked down at my prize, “What do you think girl? Is this the bitch you want?” She turned her head from side to side, peering into the dark cage, she sniffed the air, then howled before pressing her face against my leg to indicate she thought this one was perfect.
I collected the money before walking out the door. I reached down to place my hand on her head, petting her gently. I told her what a good girl she was, and that she did a wonderful job. She panted, licking at my hand, grateful for the approval. I looked back at the ring. The ivory soap bitch was being pulled out by her arms. Her body flopped over the edge of the ring, her head twisted around, looking down over her back, even though her body was facing forward. The meat from her tits was hanging in ragged tears, blood flowed down her stomach. My pet did exceedingly well. I started to whistle and skip as we made our way back to my home from a glorious night at the Human Dog Ring.
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