As you lay on the floor of the auction house, the door suddenly opens. In walks a serious looking four-legged female of the canine variety. She appears to be a Rottweiler and a person not to be messed with. As she looks around the room, you begin to wonder what she is searching for. Eventually her eyes settled on you.
"Slave 7388-24276 Timothy McGraver. Captured while attempting to avoid detainment, excellent student, moderate athleticism, and passed all his slave-training classes with honors. Well boy, it seems things could have been easier on you if you had just obeyed the law. I understand you were supposed to be assigned to a retirement community, but they had to get a replacement at the last minute to avoid being late." said the dominant canine.
You sighed in relief a little upon hearing you weren't being sent to that damn home to serve the aging, disgusting bitches there. Almost a lifetime like that and you would have gone crazy. But you began to wonder something: what exactly was going to happen to you? It seems the Rottweiler planned on your confusion.
"Don't look so relieved, slave. Serving in a retirement community would have been almost paradise to you. A slow, relaxed environment filled with dogs who lack the energy to really discipline you. But you rolled the dice and now have been bought by.....
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