All Living Things Small Animal Cage Novels & Stories

It is dark, and it smells as we go down the stairs. The young wolf turns on a small light. It barely illuminates the basement. He takes my handcuffs off and pushes me into a large metal cage. There is a small mat to sleep on, a sink, and a toilet. Alpha Raymond has done this before. The mat is bloody and smells, but I have no choice but to lay on it. "Get comfortable, little wolf. You will never see the light of day again," The young wolf says as he leaves me alone in the cage.

Complete with everything, there is a living room, dining room, galaxy room, training area, my own room, playground, and a cage for my pets. I went to where my pets' cage was. When I got there I saw them sleeping soundly. They have four cages because they are different kinds of animals. One is a lion, the other is a wolf, the other is a dragon, yes I have a dragon because my grandmother gave it to me when I was young and the last one is a phoenix, it grew. I watched them as they slept soundly in their cage. It's been a long time since I last saw them. Someone is taking care of them, it's a robot that I made myself. All these home appliances are made of technology.

He held a thunder spear in his left hand and the thunder cleaver in his right as he entered the door to B2. Scanning around, he saw huge metal cages under extremely dim lights. The foul stench of blood and rot was in the air. Every cage had up to ten crawling creatures in it. Lizards, snakes, tigers, and even leopards. When Wilbur landed his eyes on a leopard, it suddenly went berserk and started crashing into the cage. Bang!

There was a huge metal cage, and inside laid a dozen huge pythons. Even the smallest of them was at least as thick as a women’s wrist, while the biggest one was as wide as the opening of a bowl. It was a horrendous sight to behold! McKenzie gaped with her scalp itching, and there were goosebumps all over her body. Chris walked toward the cage happily as he chirped, “Auntie McKenzie, come over here! These are all my pets. This is Mr. Green, this is Ms. Red, and this is Ms. Yellow.”

The moment he opened the steel door, Thomas was completely stunned. If the garden was like heaven with beautiful flowers blooming everywhere, then the room behind the steel door was like hell! The room had an area of nearly two hundred square meters, and it was a laboratory. In the laboratory, there were iron cages that were stacked on top of each other. They were stacked up to the ceiling, and there was a small animal in each cage. There were all kinds of animals, including rabbits, kittens, puppies, guinea pigs, hedgehogs, and birds.

I had learned to embrace all the solitary moments I could possibly get just to survive, and to feel alive, even for the last time. I had resulted to collecting the smallest kind of animals, and hamsters are one of the popular ones. I had taken care of them well enough. And I also gave them shelter that will shield them from any torrential downpour or weather extremities that they might come across. Then I even tried to supply them with the foods and vitamins that will make them live a happy and healthy lifestyle. I had loved and cherished them as if they were my own family.

They are holding thousands of people of all genders and ethnicities, mystical creatures, and humans as hostages. My god, I can't believe what I'm seeing; they are fucking insane, and who will do this monstrous act except the devil himself? The floor is divided into cells.They are very small and cramped. Two people are kept together in that cramped space. They were supposedly made for one person, but they have never had anything less than two people in them; those cells were super small (about 5 x 7 ft.). They only had enough room for a sink and a small toilet at the back, right behind the bottom bunk bed. I can't explain how small and cramped that space was for two big, grown men or women wi

I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones. “Careful,” Caleb warns me. “Got it,” I reply. I get to the closed cages and I have to kneel to look inside them. In the first one there’s nothing but dust. I move to the second cage, and something moves under a dirty grey blanket. I hook my finger in it through the cage and give it a quick pull. Underneath is a small creature, all bundled up. “I’m going to cover the door,” Caleb tells me.

This was not a normal room. It was extremely small and filled with cages, syringes, and whips. It seems as though this is a place where they keep animals. My eyes widen when Roman opens up a cage and forces me to my knees. “Get in,” he orders, and I shake my head, pleading with him not to do this. “Wait, Roman, you don’t understand; it’s too small. I am claustrophobic, and-“ “I said get in!” he roars, causing me to flinch back. With shaky hands, I crawl into the cage and watch him lock me up like some dog.

Logan lowered his rifle slightly, confusion flickering across his face. I rounded the corner with my gun drawn and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath catching as my grip tightened instinctively. Cages. Dozens of them, lined neatly in rows. Inside, dogs of all breeds, shapes, and sizes stared back at us. Some barked nervously; others cowered in the corners of their enclosures. The smell of disinfectant and dog food filled the air. “Fitz,” I said into my comms, “we’ve got a problem.”