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A Willing Puppet 2
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2024-10-29 07:00:20Alan's POV
"Hey, Fido," one of the men mocked, calling me one of Romero's dog names. "Why don’t you fetch this since you willingly declared yourself a dog?" I didn’t move. I kept my head down, fists tight at my sides. The man threw something across the room—a ball or maybe a coin. It hit the wall and bounced back near me. "Come on, boy," he teased, kicking it toward me. "Fetch." The others laughed loudly, their voices filling the room. My face burned with shame, but I stayed silent. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t. Not now. "You’re not even worth being called a man," another man said, kicking the object again, so it rolled to my feet. They kept laughing and insulting me, but I wouldn’t give them the reaction they wanted. I wouldn’t break. After what felt like hours, they finally stopped. "Enjoy your night, Fido," one said before they all left the room, leaving me alone. IRelated chapters
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