His Heaven, Our Hell Part 4

A tall man with wavy dirty blonde hair swung open the rusty car door. His clodhoppers hit the dirt ground.
"Hey doggies," he said, clapping his hands at the german shepards and dobermans who became excited in their cages. "Daddy'll feed yah as soon as he's done washing up." The man entered the cruddy white house and the screen door slammed behind him.


This was her opportunity! Emma stepped down to te rocky hill below her. Some stones shifted beneath her, but she was quickly down, darting to the right - away from the house. She was still in sight of it though when she came to a wall of greenery. It was like a tall hedge though it conected to the ceiling and was completely flat.
"It's like it's..." Emma's voice trailed off. "Made of pixels." She ran her hand along it. This was like some strange dream, some nightmare. She closed her eyes and thought to herself, but I can't wake up.

Suddenly her eyes opened to a barking sound. She spun around to see a doberman racing towards her. She ran against the wall as fast as she could but it had her in seconds. Knocked to the ground, she struggled with it's growling jaws and scratching nails. It scraped her arms and left a bleeding scratch down her right cheek, but she managed to press her thumbs into it's eyes. The doberman yelped and pulled off for a moment, just as the tall man ran up and grabbed it by the collar.
"What the hell?" said the man upon seeing her.
Emma was frightened, propping herself against the wall. She shuddered as a tear slipped down her bloody cheek.
"Who are you?" said the man, looking closely at her with a squint. He flipped out a cell phone and dialed.
"Don't you try to go anywhere," he told Emma.
Emma nodded, "Uh, I hurt my ankle when the dog..." The man nodded.
"Boss," he said after a moment.
While he spoke Emma began to unbuckle her boots and take them off.
"I have a girl here," the man continued. "One of my dogs found her. It's... uh... kind of odd." The man paused. "She's bleeding." He paused again, staring directly into Emma's watery eyes. "No, I'm not kidding." He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, boss. I'll take care of it." He closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
Emma stood up. She was silent as the man hooked a leash onto the dog. Then he and Emma held a stare again.
"Come with me, Miss," the man said at length.
"What for?" Emma asked, picking a boot up into each hand.
"We'll clean you up and sort everything out."
"Alright," Emma said softly, walking towards him. But just when she got close enough she swung one of her boots into the man's head, immediately followed by the second.
"Jesus!" The man shouted.
Emma dropped the shoes and ran as fasr as she could, not followed by the doberman who stood with a hestant whine along side of his master.