Bandile "The Hound"
The handlers here made sure I didn't remember anything but this place, it is cold, and wet. I did not want to find out why it was wet, or what felt wet.
I could be bleeding out from that bite I took on my leg, but I think it would be better if I do anyways. I hate it here.
"You almost lost tonight Hound. You know what happens when you lose a fight right?" I held back a shiver as I heard the small thump of the man's came on the floor next to my cage. I did not answer.
The man did not like that, he made an angry noise and kicked the cage so hard that the water in the bowl next to me spilled onto me.
"Answer you mutt! I know you can speak!" The man screamed as he reached into the cage and pulled on my hair to force the side of my face against the bars, I head my mask crack, "Speak!"
"Opo, amo, pasensya na po, amo." I mumbled out as I clawed at the man's arm to try to get him to let go. It didn't work.
"Good. Now you will sit here and starve, only good fighters deserve food." The man let go of my hair and walked away while mumbling what could've only been Spanish curses.
I shook off as much of the water as I could and wished for the bite in my leg to be infected, they would kill me if I couldn't fight, but anything was better than this.
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Turns out that they did want me to live. I hate being their best fighter. The doctor gave me antibiotics that were forced down my throat by my handler. But something is wrong.
They gave me a haircut and showered me for the second time this week, and gave me new clothes. They're also feeding me twice as much as they usually would, and I've had only one fight this week. What is happening?
They also gave me a small room today and a few toys to play with. It was weird to lie on a bed after sleeping on the floor for so long. I didn't know how to feel.
But I couldn't dwell too much on it, two men walked into the room, my handler and someone I didn't know. The new person was wearing big glasses.
"You say she's a good fighter?" The man said, nothing bothering to look at me.
"The best one we have," My handler said proudly.
The man with glasses looked at me and got closer, but I didn't move or make a sound. Disrespecting a guest has consequences.
The man twirled a lock of my hair and tried to remove my mask. I bit him, no one touches my mask, even if I get the cane. But the man didn't flinch.
My handler glared at me from his spot behind the man, "I'm so sorry Mr. Dreykov, Hound here is-" He was cut off by the man.
"Perfect." He said, "She's perfect." I don’t like the way he said that...
My handler just smiled nervously and nodded, "Then she's yours! Pleasure doing business with you. I'll give you her files, follow me"
The man moved his hand away from me and my mask, so I let go. They both left the room and left me there, at least I get some peace now.
He didn't hit me, I bit him and he didn't hit me.
Maybe... Maybe he won't be so bad...
Maybe I'll finally get to be a kid...
