Bad Dog - Chap 3

I slowly started to wake up, but my vision was blurry.

“Where- where am I?” I thought.

The room was dark. There was no light. I tried to move, but soon realized that my arms and legs were tied to the wooden chair I was sitting on. I tried to think of what to do, but I couldn’t. I felt helpless.

I then heard the door open. It was heavy and metal by the sound of it. As the door opened, light from the over room bled in. Somebody started to walk in. It was Jean. She was wearing some sort of red robe.

“Why did you kidnap me?” I shouted at Jean.

“My dear, sweet Adam. I didn’t want to, but you left me with no choice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know. You reported us to the police. We do not like that. Do we boys?”

Just then, 2 guys in black robes came into the room, both with 2 dogs on a leash.

“Oh, and I almost forgot.” said Jean. “There is someone who I think you would like to meet.”

I then saw Emily walk into the room. She was wearing a white robe.

“What the? How the?” I was confused. “I thought you were in prison.”

“Oh Adam.” Emily said in a mocking tone. “My mother is spectacular, isn’t she?”

“What do you guys want?” I shouted.

“We already have what we want. You. If only you hadn’t done what you did, you wouldn’t be here right now, would you?” Jean sounded like she was trying to mock me. “Well boy. Sick him.”

Jean and Emily then walked out of the room, as the 2 men let the 4 dogs free. The men walked out of the room and closed the door.

The dogs charged at me. I was scared for my life, just like on the night of Dusk’s death, but this time, I was even less helpless. I started to rock in the chair, but it was no use. The chair was bolted to the concrete ground. The dogs were just a few feet away, and I didn’t know what to do. Then, an idea potted in my head.

“I can try to get one of the dogs to bite off the rope around my ankles.” I thought.

The dogs started to snap at me, and I moved my legs as much as they could forward (which wasn’t very far) to reach the dog’s mouth. One of the dogs started to bite at the rope, and eventually the rope broke. I stood up faster than the speed of light, and lifted my arms from around the back of the chair. There was no time to untie myself. I had to run for the door. I ran for the door, but one dog jumped on top of me. I did the only thing I could think of doing. I took off my prosthetic fingers and threw them across the room. Thankfully, the dogs ran after them. I got up, and ran for the door.

Once I got for the door however, it was locked.

“Damn it!” I shouted in frustration.

I couldn’t think of what to do, so I sat down, and started to push the rope off of my wrists with my feet. After about a minute, it came off. I held on to the rope because I figured I could use it eventually. After a couple of minutes, I thought of something.

“I could probably saw through the leg of the chair with this rope.” I thought. I once saw a video of someone sawing through a log with rope, so I figured it couldn’t be too different.

I walked to the chair and started to saw at the leg. It took about 5 minutes, but I got the top of the leg off. I just had to do the bottom. As I started to saw, the dogs started to walk up to me. They were done with my prosthetic fingers. I didn’t bother to saw the bottom, I just ripped it off. I wouldn’t normally have the strength to do that, but with all the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I felt like the grinch at the end of the book lifting up the sleigh of gifts.

I used the leg to hit the dogs. I didn’t want to, because like I said before, there is no bad dog, just a bad owner. But I didn’t want to die. Not there. I continued to wack the dogs’ heads. They eventually blacked out. I hope they were just unconscious, however, I doubt that.

I tied the rope around my waist, and walked to the door.

“I could try to use this chair leg as a battering ram.” I thought.

I walked back, held the leg in front of me and charged at the door. It made a loud bang, but didn’t open. I tried it again, but it didn’t open. I did this 3 more times, but no success. I charged at it one last time, and the door flew open.

I was just about to run out, when I heard one of the men.

“What happened?” the man shouted.

I ran out and hit behind the door. The man then walked in the doorway. He was wearing a black robe and had a cleaver. I slammed the heavy metal door on the man and he fell to the ground.

I closed the door and snuck down the narrow hallway. The place seemed to be an abandoned factory by the look of it, even though the floors were wooden. The building was creepy. There were pictures and statues of weird creatures that I’ve never seen.

I then saw a slightly open door. My curiosity got the best of me and I peeked in. Honestly, I wish I didn’t. There were a bunch of dead people and dogs in the room. Some people and dogs alike had their intestines spilling out. Others had their heart still attached to their body but outside their chest. Some of their heads were crushed. I was horrified.

“Hey! What are you doing out?” I heard a man behind me shout.

I turned around to see another man that was in a black robe.

“Why are they all wearing robes?” I thought.

The man then charged at me, but I legged it down the hallway. After running about 50 feet, I saw a turn. I turned the corner, and looked for a place to hide. I heard the man coming closer and I panicked. I then saw that 3 of the wooden panels weren’t touching the wall. I tired lifting them up, and it was a trap door. I went inside and shut the door behind me.

I turned around. The room had smooth white walls and floors. The lights were bright. I then heard barking. Not deep viscous barking, but rather playful puppy barking. I then saw a cage with a little brown and white puppy, and seemed to be 9 weeks old. I went up to the cage and knelt down.

“Hey buddy. What’s your name?”

He had a collar, so I looked at the tag. It read, “Porter”.

“Porter, huh?”

I opened the cage. Porter jumped on me and I fell back. He started to lick my face. I started to giggle. Porter eventually stopped, and I started to play with him for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t let this dog grow up to be like all the other one here. I decided to bring him with me.

I assumed the man chasing me was gone, so I went back upstairs.

“Okay boy. Let’s get out of here.” I whispered to Porter.

I walked the halls for about half an hour, but didn’t find anything. I then found these 2 men, again in black robes, walking out of a room with two doors. There were torches on the wall next to each door. I hid around a corner so the men couldn’t see me. Porter then started to bark. I immediately held his snout shut. But the men had already heard it. They started to walk towards us. I ran and made a right around a corner. I laid my back against the wall. From where I was, if I looked around the corner to my left, I would see where I just came from. If I looked around the corner to my right, I would see the 2 doors with the torches next to them.

My plan was to wait until I saw the men start to walk down the hall I was just in, and then I would run to the door they just came out of. I thought that maybe there would be a way out from that room.

I saw the men approach the hall I was just in, so I sprinted to the doors. I then swung open the door, and what I saw shocked me.

It was a huge room. It was dimly lit only by torches on the walls. In the middle of the room, there was a stone altar. Behind the altar, There was a giant statue of what seemed to be a god. around the altar, there were spikes, there was an opening at the front however. I assume that opening was so someone could walk to the altar. Next to the opening of the spikes, there were two tall torches that were standing on the ground rather than being hung on a wall. Near the back corners, there was a thin wooden stick going from the floor to the ceiling on each side. I then heard a familiar voice.

“Hello, Adam.” It was Jean.

Jean walked out from a dark corner of the room, along with Emily. “What a surprise to see you here. I guess those buffoons can’t keep you in the room. And obviously they didn’t train the dogs well enough. Zorago wouldn’t be happy.”

“Who’s Zorago? What the fuck is this?” I was completely shocked by all of this.

“Zorago is the god over there.” Jean pointed at the statue behind the altar.

“What are you doing all of this for?” I said in a more angry tone.

“Why, this is all to please Zorago, Adam.” Emily informed me. “Zorago loves all who worship him. The two things he hates most are people who do not worship him, and dogs. So, Zorago requests that we offer him a human that was massacred by a dog. As many as we possibly can. Unless, of course, you are a follower of him.”

“Why did you torture dogs then? And why did you create a deep web page?” I needed answers right then and there.

“Well you see Adam.” Jean said. “If a dog does not do as it is told, it will be punished. Sometimes severely. And as for our web page. We wanted to get more followers of Zorago.”

“So why did you capture me then, Jean?”

“Well, you told the police. The police wouldn’t understand Zorago, it’s too complex for their little minds. Most people’s minds are. That is why most of the world doesn’t even know about Zorago. The police would arrest us, and we wouldn’t be able to please Zorago in prison. But alas, you have angered Zorago to the extent that he doesn’t care how you die, he just wanted you dead, and offered up to him.”

Just then, Jean lifted up and ax from the ground. She charged at me, and Porter started to bark at her.

“Oh I see you took Porter.” Jean said. “Fucking mutt! He was going to die soon anyway, so I suppose now is fine.”

Once Jean was within 5 feet of me, right before she swung her ax, Porter jumped out of my arms, and pushed down Jean. Jean fell to the ground and the ax flew behind her and near the wooden stick in the back left corner of the giant room.

“Get off me you fucking mutt!” Jean shouted with anger. She threw Porter across the room. Porter hit the wall.

Just as Jean tried to get up, I stomped on her neck. The bone in her neck snapped, and she died on the spot.

I then saw Emily run to get the ax. I took the rope off of my waist and ran towards Emily. Once I got the, she picked up the ax, but didn’t have time to turn around when I wrapped the rope around Emily’s throat and pulled back on it. She sounded like she was having trouble breathing. Then, Emily swung the ax and cut through the wooden stick. I started to hear loud rumbles.

Emily began to speak, but she was having a hard time since she couldn’t breath. “You – won’t – leave – here – alive…” She died as she said the word “alive”.

All of a sudden, a piece of the ceiling fell.

“Oh shit.” I thought. “The whole place is gonna collapse!”

I picked up the ax, ran across the room to pick up Porter, and ran out of the doors I came in from. I sprinted down the hallways, looking for an exit. As I was running, there were men in black robes running at me, but I had no time, so I hit them with the ax. I eventually saw a boarded up window. I swung my ax at it the best I could with one hand because I didn’t want Porter to run away.

I finally got through the wood, but there was another problem. It was at least a 60 foot drop. I had an idea however.

I ran back to a few of the people that I had to kill with an ax, and took the ropes that were around their waists. I ran back to the window and tied all the ropes together. I tied the end to a piece of the stone that was falling from the ceiling. I threw the other end outside the window. I jumped out the window, and grabbed onto the rope that was hanging. As I slid down the rope with one hand, which was my left hand since I was holding Porter in my right, and started to bleed a lot, but I didn’t care. My left hand is the hand that only has 2 fingers, since I had to give the dogs my prosthetic fingers so they wouldn’t kill me. Once I landed, I ran at least 10 feet away. I stopped, turned around, and the building was now nothing but rubble. I got out of there in the nick of time.

I called 911 and gave them a brief summary of what just happened. They sent officers and an ambulance to make sure I was okay. The police and paramedics came, and the paramedics sanitized and wrapped up the wound on my hand. I was then free to go home.

Before I went home, I took Porter to the vet because he was thrown and hit a wall. Plus, I don’t know what else they did to him before I arrived. Thankfully, Porter only had a broken leg and should be okay in a month.

Porter is now 3 years old and is as happy and healthy as can be. I found out by the vet that he is an American Staffordshire Terrier mixed with a little bit of Pit bull. I have new prosthetic fingers, these are better than the first ones. My leg and stomach still sometimes hurts, but not too often. I am still a dog trainer and I love it very much. It took Porter some time to open up, but eventually he did. While everything turned out okay in the end, other than Dusk dying and pieces of my body missing, I still go to therapy every week to this day.