Master glares down at me with hard, black, unblinking eyes. The
creases in his face harden to the bone-jutting fingers of bat wings. Towering above me like a skyscraper his large, gloved hand wraps around the rolled-up newspaper with the funnies he reads every morning as he slurps from an oversized coffee mug and swings his bare feet back and forth like a pendulum. Warm, safe, smiling; I curl into a ball of golden fur underneath his hairy caterpillar toes, snout pointed to the ground--submissive as a soldier on his knees. Ever since I was a pup his fists would pummel the tiny pink bones, shattering them like bits of glass; hurting me, controlling me. The pain, like his TV remote, controlled me. 1
Master jabs my quivering ribcage with a thick, tobacco-stained finger.2
"Bad dog."3
Master grabs the scruff of my neck, nearly tearing the fur out, and swivels me around. 4
"Look what you did, Here." 5
Master's voice pricks my flesh like rose thorns and I let my head drop, ears flopping as my snout touches the carpet again and I can feel his anger stir; a demon locked in the small rusty cage he likes to put me in from time to time. 6
There, by the green sofa, is a large puddle of urine the color of straw and honeybees and melted butter simmered in a pot. 7
I'm not allowed to pee on the carpet, Master. I'm sorry...it won't happen again! Can you forgive me? Can you please, please forgive me? You just got so mad and I couldn't hold it any longer--I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to go outside and there's no newspaper so I--8
"Jesus, Here, you never learn do'ya?" 9
The smacks come, sure and sharp. They blast against my fur, my flesh, my bones, blasting until the sobs rattle between the clenched arrowheads of my teeth and the pain enfolds me in its soft, cool arms that are the leathery bat wings of Master's hands. He fastens the studded leather collar around my bruised neck, takes one step back, and gives me a swift kick that sends me flying across the room. I cry.10
"Get the fuck out of my sight", Master growls; disgusted by my weakness.11
I watch as Master cleans up the mess, my muzzle to the floor that's stained with blood--my blood, and dirt too, lots of dirt from Master's boots. 12
The collar slices into my neck, scissoring through the flesh until crimson welts bubble up, itchier than mosquito bites and more painful. I whine. 13
Furious, Master throws a plate at me. 14
"Didn't you hear me? I said get the fuck out of here! I'll skin ya alive with a fucking potato peeler if ya don't scram."15
Okay, okay, I'm gone. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Master. 16
My eyes transfix on the rubber ball that sits, mockingly, on top of the chair, but Master wants me back in the birdcage again. I obey.17
"Bad dog." 18
I'm sorry, Master. The words come out in deep, desperate barks, and he responds by slapping me once more in the muzzle--right where it hurts. I'm clawing and barking and pleading but he shoves me in that cage with my paws, butt, and face mashed against the cold metal wires. How long are you going to leave me here, Master?19
"See what happens to bad dogs, Here? Bad little doggies get stuffed in little bird cages. Next time ya piss on my carpet, mutt, I'll make a lampshade outta yer hide."20
Whimpering, I wrap my teeth around one of the bars, trying to gnaw through it, but Master slams the door shut and my world's engulfed in darkness.21
Bad dog bad dog bad dog bad dog bad dog bad dog bad dog bad dog22
He's not coming back, Here. Master's gonna leave you here to rot...forever.23
I close my eyes, rub my bruised head against the bars, and force myself to fall sleep.
Author notes
Animal abuse is wrong.
A contest entry
- Show us the cruelty!! by demonkitty.
100 points, ended July 1, 13 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Points of view or What if? by Melancholic Smile.
350 points, ended August 15, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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This actually did get very close to bringing a tear to my eye. As I read it my two little dogs were curled into either side of me, all content from being out a long walk then having their dinner. They are like my babies and I couldn't imagine anyone ever treating them so badly. It made me feel awful for any time I've ever told them off
It's written very well and one of the best stories from an animals POV I have ever read. Very realistic and very moving. Thank you for entering it into my contest and good luck
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Hi Melancholic Smile
Wow, thank you so much for the gold as well as the applause and feedback. I'm pleased that you enjoyed my story. I don't want to blabber, but an old friend of mine had an uncle who was always cruel to his dog, like kicked it around and stuff. It was so horrible...I just don't understand how people can be so mean.
Thanks again ^^.
~ EPO
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Wow, this was so depressing and sad. It was also quite darkly realistic, that is what is good about it. Stuff like this happens everyday, and it is wrong. Animals are like people too, they have emotions, personalities and their own souls.
I thought the Dog's POV was very detailed, and well done. You feel so much pity for him the entire time. You get a sense of what it must be like.
I liked this very much, it was unique and something different. You deserve a gold trophy for this story, and then some.
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An amazing short one here! God how I've missed these stories of yours where you write about the darker things in life. It's a shame people treat animals like this and it's cruel and unethical totally. I have a guinea pig (LOL) but I would never try and kill it, or hurt it. I just couldn't
Mike
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awwwwww. how perfect for my contest. Makes me sick of pople alright!! Nice work
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That's horrible...
Almost made me cry
Which means it was well written
Sad, heart wrenching story...
But nice job...
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Painful. I really don't understand how anyone can do that to an animel. Your have be a really sick person to do that to an animal.
This is very well writn. You captured everything in painful detail. I think if more people read this, and stories like it, few people would resort to hitting animals out of anger.
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Whenever I see those animal abuse commercials on TV, the somes with Sarah McLaclan in them, I always cry. I understand that for people it's awful but people have a voice. animals can't tell you anything. it's so awful.
when my friend's dog had puppies I couldn't help but wonder if their new homes were abusive. they were born and taken away from their mother and have to face something they don't understand. they only comprehend the pain and the fear. it's so fucking terrible.
I get so guilty when my dogs do something bad and I punish them. I mean I don't get all crazy and beat them but even a swat on the nose makes me feel like shit.
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*cries* i hate the abuse of anything/anyone and this is another tale that tears at the heart of me.
You did very well in writing from the point of view of the dog. i can feel its pain,each kick to its rib each slap to its muzzle, the complete submission and final giving up.
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This is a wicked tale, bitch
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Shit I'd say it is!
Good story, though! Really well written. In a freakish way, the master really reminds me of my stepdad. If one of my dogs steps foot in his orchard, he tries to beat the livings out of them. I try to be there so I can tell him off and save my pup a beating.
I liked how you explained the urine. Call me crude, but i thought it was cool.
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