New Beginnings

Chapter 9

10/10/12

New Space

 I left the mutt in the chair, it’s half sleep and only lets a small muffled groaned once it sees me in the entry way, “It’s ok, we are going to where you’ll be living from now on.” It doesn’t protest or try to get past me as I unbuckle the straps, I guess it’s too tired for that now. I then put a hood over its head proceed to drag it via under its armpits through the warehouse and into the door that leads to the barn. 

Once at the entrance to the barn basement I remove the false flooring and unlock the trap door underneath it and drag it down the stairs This mutt diet needs to change as soon as possible.  

At the bottom of the stairs is a thick steel door that prisons use for the most violent criminals. It has three openings, one at the top for checking in, one in the middle to handcuff a prisoner or put food through and a bottom opening for sliding food on the floor.  I unlock it and drag the mutt inside. 

“Wake up, mutt!”  It stirs a bit on its back but turns over in an attempt to go back to sleep. I pull out my remote and put the level on 1 and press it. The mutt whimpers and begins crying. “I said wake up!”  It makes a feeble attempt to sit up, so I go behind it and kick it in the back quite hard to get it to stay up and it works. “Now I want you to stand and strip off your clothes mutt.”

Vulnerable

Just like the night of the kidnapping, which comes back in bits and pieces, my eyes struggle to adjust to the bright light. I’m in so much pain and now I’m being told to stand and strip. 

I get on all fours and try to and lift myself up, but my body is so tired and weak that it feels like a marathon to do so. I try looking at the man with the saddest look to express “I’m sorry” and to gain pity but the stern look he keeps on its face doesn’t move. The only thing he does do, is tell me to get “My mutt ass up or get shocked” and that prompts me to stand quickly, which causes my head to feel light and I start seeing stars and I feel myself falling backwards and I hit the ground, which is soft and padded. This displeases the man who comes over and drags me over to the wall and forces me to lean against it and yells “Strip”

I do so with entire body shaking. I remove my spit soaked jumper, then I remove my urine soaked underwear and track pants. I keep the socks on but the man says remove those too and I obey.  The man smiles as he gatherers my clothing, “Well unless it’s your special made dog suit or gimp suit or your soon to be underground doctor’s visits plus the diapers you’ll wear from time to time. This is the last time you’ll have something covering your skin. Only humans wear clothes…mutts don’t. Now nod if you understand.” Jesus….I can’t do this…this is isn’t right I nod and the man approaches me and puts my urine socked underwear over my nose and forces me to smell. “The mutt is going to have get used to its own smells and its owner smells in future training.”  I want to pass out, the smell reminds of sour milk almost. I need a hot shower and freedom

The man removes my underwear from my nose and sighs, “Well, get used to your home mutt. I’ll be back later in the day to bring you breakfast, which I hope you eat.” Fuck you and your food.  I whimper and he walks off, not chaining me to anything or putting more tape around my mouth.  And once he’s gone and the iron door closes, I slide down the wall and close my eyes and try to sleep because once rested I plan on exploring the room and finding its weakness and formulating a plan to knock him over if he gets close enough at some point before the week is over….Keep your head up Zac, you got this..it’s going to take time but you’ll escape somehow

Wandering

I’m not sure what time it is, but when I awake a bowl of watery oatmeal and a bowl of water is sitting near the door. I crawl over and slowly remove the tape He better not shock me because how will I eat I  sit up and pick up the water bowl and drink it, the room temperature water barely quenches my thirst but it does enough that I know I won’t die from dehydration just yet.  I ignore the oatmeal and even though I know I need to eat, I don’t have an appetite and none of what he gives me looks appetizing plus it’s strictly me protesting my captivity . In the end I tell myself just a few more days and I’ll start eating. 

Now that I’m rested a few hours later, I stand up and walk around the room. It’s small and there’s no window but I do see ceiling vents and the bright light in the middle plus the cameras . I walk towards the walls and see that they’re padded just like the floor. I try and pull them it but it doesn’t budge. Fuck I make my way to the mattress, it’s old and there’s no pillow just a green blanket that feels like rough wool, the kind ones grandmother would keep in the closet just for visitors.   Then I see the bucket, Oh fuck, this is my toilet…this can’t be real… and my grey shirt from the night of kidnapping next to it, He expects me to wipe with this, fuck, fuck, this is so unsanitary…all of this I pick it up and tear it into strips, hoping that I can extend the strips after each bowel movement.  

There’s nothing else spectacular about the room, it’s seems there’s no weakness and it’s inescapable and if he’s watching the cameras he pretty much knows if I try and tear down the padding or use the blanket to smother myself. I have feeling the room is padded so I won’t take my own life but I see a lot of possibilities with the bedding and the bucket  My only chance of escaping is from outside this room it seems for now at least.

I won’t let myself do the impossible, I won’t let him win

Watching II

I’m watching the cameras and the mutt is awake and once again it doesn’t eat, it just drinks the water after it removes the tape around its mouth (quite quickly I might add). It looks around the room and explores it and tries to move things in an attempt to find a weakness I assume. The last mutt did as well but once it realized it couldn’t, it went to throwing the mattress, the bucket, blanket and eventually its own shit towards the cameras. It was such a wild mutt to tame, which is why I felt it necessary to put it down when it started showing signs of being a human again. I miss you Ash.   That’s why with this new mutt it’s training and isolation from the world will be different and more harsh from that of Ash’s training. 

While the mutt doesn’t have a tantrum like Ash did, it just calmly tears its shirt for wiping itself for it bodily functions. It then takes a few looks around the room again before proceeding to lie on the mattress and sob, which I can hear. It’s begging God, its family and the police to find him in between heavy heaves and loud cries.  I then turn on the intercom. “There is no God but me and the mutt has no family, only me and the police won’t help it. There’s only me.”  It looks up at the cameras and flips it off before yelling “Fuck you! You aren’t my family nor my God. And…” Before it finishes I shock it on a level 3 and it falls down pathetically as usual. I get up from my desk tp prepare the re-education room for its first punishment that’s to be administered tomorrow night for refusing master’s food.  The mutt is about to learn how its new one true God punishes those who transgress against him.