"Wake up you stupid, pathetic lowlife scum" this was the wake up call I had gotten for the past four years now. The other two that came with me died the first two months here, one after the other. Number one died during one of their events, ripped apart by their teeth and claws during a 'Hunt.' The event that they make their new Furs go through as a rite of passage. I hid in a tree until morning when it was safe enough to get to my bed without the fear of being torn apart too.

Number two died during one of their fighting drills, we were surprised to fight one of the new Furs trying to become soldiers and if we lasted an hour we were safe. He got through a half hour and then the newbie turned savage and caught his throat with his claws, he watched me with a cut throat and pleading eyes as he died there in front of me. When it was my turn I did my best to evade all of their attacks, sucking, jumping, leaping, running, anything I could to get away from their claws and teeth.

Then I did something that they didn't like, it started a week ago, when I was carrying a basket of rocks up and down a mountain with the other Furs, who had half as much weight and were still breathing hard, if not harder than I was. I finished before any of them, and once I set my bag of rocks down then head soldiers in charge of watching me dragged me off to a dark black brick building with a heavy metal door. Once inside, I was thrown to the floor and chained to something, and the soldier left, and didn't come back until a day and a half later. And after that happened I could seem to do anything right, or good enough.

Yesterday was my last day of recovery, slightly less work than the others, and a little more food and water. Then it went to half rations, this would be my second day of half rations. One of the Wolf Fur Soldiers came to my home with my set of rations for the day.

"What are you doing number three?!" The Wolf Fur dropped the tray as he grabbed me and shoved my face down towards my food. "Eat" he growled into my ear.

I ate like that, with him pushing my face into my tray and nothing to grab the food with but my fingers and tongue. He didn't wait for me to finish, he just kicked away the tray when he had seen that I had eaten a decent amount of it, hauled me up, and threw me into the bathroom with the command to 'clean up'.

I quickly rubbed my face of food and grabbed a shirt from the second pile I made in the bathroom over time. A just in case thing so that I wouldn't have to work without pants or a shirt if this happened again, I learned this the hard way, as it happened a lot.

I didn't get the chance to pull up the memory, and I was glad of that because it wasn't exactly a pleasant one. The soldier that threw me in here rushed in and grabbed me again, pulling me out of the bathroom and dragging me outside where a formation of five by four lines of troops marched down the street. I was pushed forwards, actually I was dragged forwards really, and I was barely able to actually put my shirt on before a bag was shoved onto me and I was forced into the empty spot of the formation.

"You're gonna pay for being late" the leader of the squadron said as he drifted back to my spot in the row. I just huffed and grumbled 'happy eighteenth birthday Daniel' to myself and the squadron leader looked at me for a second with a slight glare before stalking up to the front of the line and turning the marching into a slow jog. The soldier in-front of me kept whacking me with his tail, seemingly as hard as possible too. The owner of the tail looking back at me like they didn't know that I was there, and then grinning like the ass they all were to me.

We kept at the jog for a good hour and when we finally stopped a couple of the Furs dropped to their hands and knees, I continued to stand straight and un-bothered, as I've learned to, and I would have no problems from anyone. Then I noticed where we were, we were at the shooting range, there were long range rifles and assault rifles all lines up in a row. We were all put in a station, with two rifles in each section.

I was put into a station that seemed to have the same weapons as the others, but something had to be different about this. Somehow.

"I have a little proposition for you" the leader suddenly said next to my tent after he explained that we were going to be here for the next couple months to get our shooting skills primed and sharpened as we were going to be doing a mission whether we were ready or not in three months.

"If you hit the target I'll increase the days that you get full rations, but every time that you miss, I or one of the soldiers here gets to bite you once" he wasn't giving me a choice, but this did make me think about if the rifle or the bullets of my guns were tampered with to make me fail. I hesitantly picked up my long ranged rifle, put the magazine full of bullets in, checked the rifle, checked the scopes, and then cocked, aimed, and pulled the trigger just as the dot hit the center of the target.

A small shock went through my arm, causing me to nearly drop the gun, and miss the shot, one bite for me. I used the rest of the magazine trying to deal with the shocking, but it was at just that level where it caused a reaction every time. Twenty five bites now by my count, and not a single day of full rations gained. I picked up the assault rifle, lined up the scope, and pulled the trigger expecting the same reaction but the pulse was constant, traveling up my entire arm and keeping me from relaxing my hand. I wasted the entire round, I don't remember what exactly happened after that though. One moment I was pulling the trigger and feeling the intense pain of the electricity going through my arm, and then I felt something hit the side of my head and nothing.

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When I woke up all I saw was darkness, and I didn't feel anything either surprisingly, I tried to sit up and realized that my body, arms, and legs were bound by straps. Then the lights of the room turned on and I found myself to be staring at a blank, black brick wall, and the lights were above me. I was a little surprised, I didn't even know what was up or what was down, what did they drug me with?

A metal door that I didn't notice in the far side of the wall to my right opened, and a Fur commander came in. I was a little surprised, what did I do to get a Fur commander involved.

"I can see that you are a little confused, and that will resolve shortly, but first I want to make something clear" he said and suddenly I saw a flash of black claws and the cloth of my shirt had four jagged rips in it and the green shirt was staining red. The lash also cut off the middle strap around my chest, but that didn't really matter as I couldn't escape this place anyways. The pain finally found it's way to my head and I groaned.

"You almost killed more than one Fur today" he gave me another lash, this time from the opposite side so that the two four row marks formed a hash of cuts a the meeting point somewhere along the center of my chest. "Luckily for you all you managed to do was injure two soldiers, who will make full recoveries thanks to the advances of Fur technology, and no other major damage was done to anyone else."

His voice had circled around me while he spoke. Then sudden pain lashed through the right side of my face. I couldn't see out of my right eye anymore, and I could feel warm blood traveling down that side of my face.

"Now as I see it you made a deal with your superiors, and I am keeping you to that deal" the commander turned and walked towards the door, "one bite from anyone who is on the other side of this door, or every shot that you missed." He then opened the door and four wolf Fur men stepped in, grinning maniacally.

"And an added thirty bites, lashes, and strikes for the endangerment of the Fur Soldiers around you" he said and looked me in the eye. "What would that make it? Well over a hundred bites is for sure. I don't know how you'll be able to handle the other things after this, from what I've heard from other prisoner's screams. A human that's bitten by a Fur goes through intense pain that even disturbs my sleep, the adults well healthier and well older than you have died after only thirty."

"If you survive that long then maybe I'll reconsider your strength and actually do something about the constant sabotage and abuse you've been receiving" the commander then walked out and the door closed behind him.

I was starting to notice the gravity in the room and the pain of the wounds on my chest seemed to be getting stronger. The drugs that were in my system must have been wearing off, and just in time to. They didn't seem to even have a sequence that they were following. They all just stalked up to me, chose different spots of my body, and started.

The first few bites from each of them didn't feel like anything special, they just felt like normal wounds, but when the third and fourth round came I was starting to feel it. My insides felt like they were being eaten alive, I strained through the next bite and bit my own tong to keep my voice in, but then they bit a fifth time each and stepped back I was whimpering.

"Lets sit here for a second and see how he deals with twenty bites" one of them said, I didn't pay attention enough to pay attention to what the others said. That was only Twenty bites! It felt like a thousand lashes and being burned alive all in one.

I don't remember much after that, just glimpses and cut off dialogue.

"Its been...we've bitten...seventy-six...now"

"He's... alive...I guess...stronger than...looks"

Then all that I saw was darkness, and the silence that came with it was very nice...calming, peaceful. Something that I haven't had since I was dragged away from my village.

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??? POV

"Have you finished it yet?" a younger Fur at around twenty five with expensive clothes, and a bitter attitude traced the scientists in his room, Furs and Humans alike, all trapped together in a single area, with no way to contact the outside world, and no way to escape, unless death counted that is.

"No your highness" a female Fox Fur came up to him with her head bowed in apology, "but we are close, just a couple more days and we'll have something."

"Are you just saying this to try and get out of this place sooner?" the Wolf Fur King asked and the Fox Fur shook her head excessively.

"N-no, I promise you. We-we just don't have anything tested yet" she said and the King growled and slammed her against the wall, holding her against it by the throat.

"And why is that?" he asked

"You killed the two head scientists in that field" she blubbered and he cocked his head

"Did I really?" he asked and she nodded fiercely, pointing to a lone, dark corner of the room where two bodies lay: a female Tiger Fur, and a male human. "Oh I guess I did then. Those two were the lovers weren't they?"

"Y-y-yes your highness"

"Fantastic" he growled "that's rather convenient for the rest of you. Now I have to actually pay attention to who I kill" the Fox Fur stared at him still pinned against the wall, and shaking with fear.

"What is your job here?" he suddenly asked and the Fox Fur shivered, but answered truthfully

"I-I'm in-in charge of l-la-labeling the s-samples" she wheezed and the king seemed to think about something, and then he punched his hand into her chest, and ripped out her heart, still beating and spurting blood. Then he lifted it up, in front of the Fox Fur's wide and shock filled eyes and let it stay there, in-front of her, until the light left her eyes, and her body went limp.

The Wolf Fur King tossed aside the body, letting it slide to meet the other two in the dark corner of the room, and tossed her heart lazily over his shoulder, his face showing pure disgust as he stared at it as it landed on the counter a row away.

"Absolutely Revolting" were the last two words heard before the door out shut and the other scientists finally showed their grief.

(Yes I know a few of you are asking "why the fudge does torture include imperial soldiers biting a human as punishment?"
I have no answer. I couldn't just go with a blood transfusion, or him dying and getting infected with the blood of a Fur. It would be so cliché...in my opinion anyways).
Goodbye