It has been three months now and my training has gone quite well I would say. Dan and Mason are still very mean to me and Lucas has his moments. Especially after last week when I snapped and attacked Dan. Now they tied a rope around my muzzle because I broke the last one. They also stole my collar and hid it somewhere.

Since my punishment is no food, I have grown weaker so they don't use chains anymore. Just rope. Lucas and I aren't friends, just acquaintances now. We don't even talk anymore, just train.

"Rei. It is time for you to have your first trip." Dan scowled at me as he untied the rope from the hook on the wall and yanked it towards him for me to move forwards.

I have to listen to everyone since I belong to no one. I guess you could say I belong to them all. I still think about when I was first brought here and how Woobie and Millenia are doing. I am sure they are doing fine...

I followed Dan out of the main doors and narrowed my eyes at the sunlight. I had been in my own room with one small window for a light source and I trained inside. I haven't seen the sunlight in a couple of weeks. He put me in the back of the van and slammed the door. It was just me, Daniel, and Butch. Butch is a Rottweiler who helps in my training and I have to listen to him too or he gets all mean and aggressive...

I stared at Butch as he stared at me. Our heads bobbed every now and again as the vehicle hit a few bumps. I almost fell over as we stopped.

"Stay here." Butch commanded as Dan removed the rope muzzle and left the door open.

"Come when I whistle." I watched as the two walked into an abandoned building. It looked as if it had caught fire a long time ago. I looked around as I noticed this wasn't a town I was familiar with. I hear a few barks of fear from a small dog and it seems familiar, but I don't know how. Shortly after the barking I hear a whistle and I jump out of the vehicle, running to Daniel's side. A small Corgi that looked very familiar huddled against another as a Siberian Husky stood in front of them protectively.

"Scissor, what will we do? Zayne can't hold both of them off for long!" Scissor. That was the name of the Corgi from my dream when Woobie and Millenia were with me... I looked around and didn't see Butch anywhere leaving me and Dan against Zayne. I snarled at the husky as he was a little smaller than me due to me having two big dog breeds in my veins.

Of course he snarled back, but he put a paw forwards.

"Rei, sick'em!"

At Daniel's command, I instinctively lunged forwards, unable to stop myself for some reason. I ran at Zayne and leaped at him. As I did, he managed to get out of the way in time. I turned around to be bowled over into an empty trash can. He swung his head towards my shoulder, but changed course and he head-butted me. Dazed, I pulled away and shook my head.

That's strange... He fights like Woobie does... That makes this all the more easy.

He lunged at me and I jumped, remembering Woobie always lunged downwards so he would get them when they ducked. As I was in the air, I turned and slammed my paw into the side of his temple to make his vision blurry. While I had the extra time, I turned to see where Daniel was and he tossed Scissor and the other Corgi into a cage and he whistled for me to return.

I would've, but Zayne stood up and mumbled something that caught my attention, "Woobie is looking for you... He and Millenia both. He taught me these moves just as he did other dogs to help find you."

"He wouldn't still be looking, not after all this time... Would he?" I uncontrollably lunged and put my paw to his throat as I pinned him to the ground, suddenly enraged.

"He said if any of us found you, and you asked something like that, to tell you this, 'You forget - I am a God.'" I stepped away, my eyes widened.

After all this time, he is still searching.... I never even knew he started...

I was pulled out of my thoughts again as Daniel whistled even louder. I looked at Zayne, "Thank you, I will return you your friends as soon as I can. But for now, tell Woobie..." I thought for a moment of how I had gotten them injured, "Tell Woobie that I apologize and that I gave up the day I was caught.... Tell him that I have moved on..." I then returned to Daniel and saw Butch was sitting in the front seat. I jumped in the back, next to the two Corgis.

"So, Butch, do you think she passed her test and can now be trusted?" I heard Daniel laugh as Butch gave a few barks of approval.

I looked at Scissor and whimpered a light apology to him and his sister that was inaudible to Butch and Dan. Scissor stepped forwards and poked his small nose through the wires of the cage I heard him whisper, "You had no choice, you are starving and weak. You are tortured. I understand." He then returned to his sister at the back of the cage.

When we got back I waited for Daniel to put the rope muzzle on me, but he never did, Mason came outside and did it. He still doesn't like me because of those scars I gave him... I don't blame him, to be honest...

I guess Daniel has grown a little, but who can blame him, I am irresistible.

My ears dropped and my head hung as I said that in my mind. It reminded me of Woobie. How he always said good things about himself and how he smirked. 'You forget - I am a God.' Took over in my head and all I could think of was Woobie.

Since I guess I am not fully trusted, I was put back into that dark room, tied up as before with ropes. I laid my head down onto my paws and stared at a small ladybug as it crawled across the ground a few feet away.

"You're so... independent... You have nothing to worry about, yet I could just reach out and-" I reached out my paw and touched the bug, my claw smashing it.

"...squish you..."

I flicked the remains off of my paw and stared at the metal bowl in front of me, looking at my reflection. I was groomed well, yet I had just one scar on my cheek from when Mason and I fought a few weeks ago... He pulled out his knife that day and I learned the damage he could do with a weapon and brass knuckles...

I sat up and took a few drinks of the cold water. I paused as it slid down my throat. It was soothing, but the temperature sent a chill down my spine. I remembered the time me and Woobie met Millenia...

It was before Woobie and I were so carefree instead of cautious. Before I fell in love.

I sat down on the cold stone floor, leaning against the brick wall. I stared at the door.

Mason and Daniel must be fighting again... great. Normally I wouldn't care about humans squabbling, but when these guys did, they took it out on me. They would bring their black metal poles and beat me. They would beat me until I couldn't defend myself.

I listened as they yelled and I watched their shadows through the small window. Their yelling was more violent this time, all I had to do was wait for them to come through the door, angry as ever.

I was surprised when Mason came through the door instead of both him and Daniel.

"Rei, why do we even have you? Trix is dead and I have to put up with you.... Another female. Why are you so strong, and independent, why can't I be stronger than you? Why are you still alive? What keeps you from letting go? Why don't you just accept death!?" with those words, he slammed a gun down onto my head, the force making me collapse to the ground.

"You won't feel the glory of being free ever again!" He grabbed the metal stick and slammed it into my shoulder. I snarled lightly and stood up, pressing against the wall.

He raised his hand and I ducked. He slammed it down on my head, the pain getting stronger with every blow. He dropped the stick and started to punch me. I whined as his fists slammed into my ribs, my head, and my chest. He yelled as tears streamed down his face. I looked up at him after he did one last blow with his fist.

I felt blood from my nose slowly stream into my mouth, the salty tasted making my mouth water. I was laying on the ground. I looked up at him and whimpered. His fists had blood on them, both mine and his.

He reached behind his back and pulled out the gun from before. He stared at me. I could tell he was angry, but he was also sad. He pointed the weapon at me. I looked at him and curled my muzzle in a snarl. I used the last of my breath to let out a low growl.

He was right, I need to accept death. I will never see Woobie again, what is the point of living?

I pulled myself to my paws and stared at the barrel of the pistol. A grin spread across Mason's face just before he pulled the trigger. Everything went black...