The Dog

Anita wore white for the occasion. It was a special event and she'd taken a liking for the blunt shade but she was going to stain it before the night was over. And she couldn't care less.

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The man shivered like a leaf as buckets of ice-cold water splashed on him, soaking his designer shirt and trousers, slinking into his Million-dollar watch and rendering it useless but that was the last of his problems right now. He had less than thirty minutes to get back up and get out of this mess.

The man is still locked in his hyper-focused thinking when a splash of freezing liquid whips at his face.

His nose wrinkles at the odor emanating from the liquid and that's when he decides to react.

“Hey!” He bangs his fists against the cage, trapped like an ape for show.

More of the disgusting liquid is splashed on him and he realizes the liquid is a sticky substance as more and more of it splashes on him.

He hears the sound of