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Remember: everything Cain says is made up.
*The price for freedom was my damn dignity. My hands? Tied. Body? Beaten. Then a collar was tightly strapped around my neck to the point I was choking. With my wrists bound, it was hard to even move. Whatever the police had in mind, it ain’t goin’ be pretty.* *They tugged on the leash, my neck being strangled in the process. Letting out some loose coughs I was shoved into someone’s arms. My new “Owner” I presume. This “Guard Dog” program is gonna kill me.* “Woof.” *I barked with a smirk.*
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