Where was my owner? Late afternoon light spilled through the ceiling into the room below. xvideos Another day being left to my own devices. Good old days where I had been playing pen and paper role play games with the boys. Just as I was about to turn around and head towards home – the bungalow had become a real home for me now – I looked to the other side. He had taken me to the other room, not this one. While I couldn’t pull away or even scream. And the day before. Again. No dog deserved this. Some of the other doors had been locked. But a human? Shackles inside, a metal collar chained to the floor.
