I dreaded whatever was about to come next. I saw you make your way over to me, and place a boot on the ground infront of me. I quickly latched onto your leg and begged.
"Please Mrs. Champ, I'll leave the ring, the arena even right now, I'll do anything, I'll clean your locker room, do your laundry, anything, and I mean anything if you don't take off that boot!"
I was doomed the second you shook me off. The boot came off and I collapsed. The stench of your feet was too much to handle. It was like a locker room, moldy cheese, and stale popcorn all mixed into one, horrifying scent! I choke, gaged, did all I could, but I coulden't get it out of my mind. I lay on the ground, weak..
Next thing I knew, you picked me up and held me infront of your face.. I knew what was coming next.
"Please, my fur is nice and white, don't ruin it like this! I'm begging you!"
My cries fell on deaf ears once again. You were vomiting up everything you ate today, all over me, and I coulden't stop you.
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