Chapter Thirty-one
A New Intensive Cleaning Process, And A Branding!
The 5th of February 2000 arrived, my seven hundred and thirty-sixth day as a prisoner in the dungeon, and it was time for my next intensive cleaning.
After spending the full twenty-four hours in the puppy cage, I was very slow and stiff, so when Babs came to release me, I could only crawl from the small, barred box in an untidy and miserable ball of humanity. She first unlocked it then pulled harshly on my neck leash, urging me to speed my exit, even though knowing I was barely able to move. I tried to look up at her, howling into my gag that I couldn’t move any faster, but she didn’t care. She just wanted me out. Now! I tried to obey her urging while she laughed at my pitiful movements, but my harness, stiff muscles,
