03/08/2025
🐾 EPISODE 3 – The Dog Business 🐾
The night dragged on, and Cynthia stayed beside me. She didn’t say much, just sat quietly while I wrapped the old bedsheet tighter around myself. Her presence brought a strange mix of comfort and confusion. I didn’t know whether to trust her or not.
She finally spoke.
“They won’t come back tonight. I made sure.”
Her words felt like a fragile promise. I didn’t reply. I was too drained—physically, emotionally. All I could do was look at her. I wanted to believe her, but the pain still throbbed between my legs, and my mind kept flashing back to those animals… to their eyes… to the laughter outside the door.
By morning, the men were gone. Cynthia helped me clean up. She brought warm water and handed me a painkiller without a word. She didn’t ask questions. Maybe she already knew too much.
That afternoon, I was allowed out of the room. The sun burned my skin as if it was punishing me for what had happened inside. The compound was quiet. Just a few guards around, mostly pretending not to notice me.
One of them, the tall one with the scar under his eye, whispered as I passed:
“You better play along. People don’t leave here unless they’re dead... or owned.”
I ignored him.
Later that day, I was told I’d be ‘working’ with the other girls. That’s when I realized… this wasn’t just abuse.
It was a business.
A dog business.
They filmed it. Sold it. Sent it to buyers who requested “rare content.” That’s why they kept bringing in new girls, locking them in that dark room, and ‘training’ them with the dogs. It was a trade—ugly, twisted, underground.
Cynthia? She used to be like me. That’s what she told me that night.
But unlike me, she stayed—and not as a victim anymore. Now she was the one preparing the new girls. She was no longer just surviving.
She was part of it.
To be continued…
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