Post by Thomassen on Nov 1, 2012 19:18:45 GMT -5
Endeem
The small young wolf shuddered as he was shoved into the cave that held the to-be-sold Sklavins. The slaves. Oh, how he hated the place, filled with the reek of urine and waste that had not been cleaned out. It was not the first time he had been in that cave; he had had several Dominors in the past. They all used him and simply tossed him back to Auktion Rock. Always the same each time. Buy, work, restrain, sell, buy, work, restrain, sell.
Endeem curled up in the cleanest corner he could find -- which wasn't very clean. He still got that stench stuck to his fur, proof that he was a Sklavin. But then, who in this cave wasn't? He tucked his nose under his tail, preparing himself for the onslaught that would take on later in the day.
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Endeem cried as the wolf chomped down on his tail. That was what he got for working too slow. Cried again as he was thrown to the ground for a dominance procession, the belly torment. This Dominor strictly enforced daily punishment as discipline for even the most well-behaved slaves. The pain inflicted on his belly was too much to bear. The executioner looked deep into Endeem's eyes. Endeem whimpered, partly in fear, partly in pain. This wolf's eyes began glowing. Red. It lunged at Endeem, and everything went black.
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Endeem shot up as he felt something prodding his spine fiercely.
'Wake up you stupid Sklavin! You're not privileged to waste time!"
Endeem dragged himself to his feet as he and the other Sklavins were herded out to line up behind the sales platform. He inhaled and sighed. Here we go again. "Sold!" A step forward. Wonder who's going to take me? "Sold!" Shuffle forward. Will this torment end? Soon, it was his turn. The guards shoved him onto the platform.
"Turn." said the auctioneer. He obeyed. "Okay! Now, who does this wolf go to?"
Endeem squeezed his eyes shut, doing as he had always done, allowing the poking and prodding to happen and yet, feeling nothing.
