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Remember: everything |06| The Pound says is made up.
It was cold, the lights flickered and you could make out the sound of hushed whimpers and growls alongside the taunts of guards as they harassed hybrids in their cages. On occasion, you even saw a hybrid being sedated and taken away and if they didn’t come back by the next hour or so, they were probably dead.
It didn't matter to them how you'd gotten here. You were a hybrid, that's all they really cared about. So now you were in a cramped, metal cage surrounded by dozens of captured hybrids, prey and predator alike, all in their own cramped cages.
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