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She was going to take her Revenge through that dog. Three weeks later, when no one was watching, Linda walked up the terrace, lurking around with her eyes in watch for her dad. She opened her father's door and steals his guns. Walking to the cage, without resisting her audacity. She pulled the trigger and have the dog brain splattered.

"Too much Le. Jennifer canceled on me for the charity and it's a bit too late to ask Susan, she likes to know about these things about a month or two in advance." "Dang so watcha gonna do?" "Not sure. Somebody snuck into Maggies pen either Sunday night or early Monday morning took two of the puppies, butchered them and hung them in the hayloft with a note." "WOAH fuck dude how the hell did they pull that off? Must of been one of the hands which is what I kinda thought after the corral incident the other week." "Yeah that would make sense." Oh and I'd like to bone your niece Blake thought to himself, then with a snort yeah that would definitely fly with the man.

That fucker tried to kill my dog. I go inside and grab a ziploc bag, putting the steak in it and being careful not to touch it before I go back to my computer. It's been a long time since I've used my hacker skills, but I don't mind dusting them off for a good cause. I pull up the college's database of student information. It takes a little bit but I manage to push through the firewall. I scroll through until I find it. His address. "Got you, motherfucker." I murmur before I head back to my room, slamming drawers as I get dressed.

Time to put my da’s training to the test. I pulled up the public library on line and went to the archives for a search, looking for possible blueprints or schematics of that particular building. Aha! After a few hours, I found it and studied the layout intently. Bet they have security locks on everything. I’ll need the be extra careful if I do this. Cover my scent, my fingerprints, shoes, everything. I began to make a mental list of what I would need knowing that writing anything down was just about the kin to admitting I did it. The only thing I wasn’t quite sure on was how to sell it all. Fuck it; steal it first- find a fence later. I finally decided. Knock, knock, knock…

"How did you get here?" The werewolf licked its left paw and yowled. Lauren could see long wounds left from the trap, although they were no longer bleeding and almost healed. She stretched her hand through the cage and patted its paw "I'm gonna get you out of here." She said, then examined the padlock on the cage. With a grunt she tore it apart with her hands and the padlock fell to the ground with a clang. She stopped while opening the cage door as her ears picked up the sound of approaching policemen. After failing to shush the barking and growling of the other dogs, she closed her eyes and waited for them to find her.

"Yeah, we'll get it worked out. We can't do everything all at once. Some of this will take steps, and I don't want her to think we're stealing her babies." Surprisingly, Joanie sits still, allowing me to put the collar and leash on her, then together the three of us make our way down to the ground level of the apartment building. "There's an area for dogs over there." I point to a fenced portion. "Did you bring a bag to pick up her business?" "Yup." I hold it up, proud of myself for remembering. When we get to the area, I let Joanie off the leash and encourage her to mark her territory. For a few minutes she sniffs around, looking back at us, almost as if to make sure we're still there.

Once she had leashed it, she went out to join the others. Andrew wordlessly helped the very excited Ethan to leash the dog he wanted to walk and walked out holding the scottie. Ethan grinned and securely tied the dog's leash to his hand. Once he was certain it was extremely tight he slapped the big dog's butt hard. "Go boy!" He was suddenly yanked forward by the extremely startled dog. The St. Bernard rushed past the rest of Squad 10 and ran out into the open street extremely confused and frightened. Ethan was also yanked along violently as the dog ran as he had wrapped and tied the leash tightly around his hand.

Then he moved to Daniel. Daniel tried to break free his hands - brave, stupid Daniel - but Lewis kicked his leg out from under him. The crack echoed through the greenhouse like a gunshot. Daniel screamed. I shrieked. Begged. Cried until my throat was raw. Nothing stopped him. I slumped down the ground closing my as I beat the ground in agony. Nothing stopped him. "Please, Lewis. Ple-... ple- please..." I whimpered. Cara was next. "Please no no... I will... I wil- I will never leave you... I..." I gasped for air as my got throat struck with continuous screaming.

He tossed the food into the cage through the bars and walked away to get water, leaving the plate of extra meat on the ground. Valeria had waited until he was out of sight, and then crept forward with her hands shaking. The dogs paced inside their cage, growling low as she grabbed the plate and fumbled with the heavy lock. It clicked open after a few tries, loud enough that I winced watching it. She threw the meat as far as she could into the yard to distract them and turned to run the other way, toward the service tunnel that led off the property. But the dogs burst out fast, their barks turning angry and loud.

"We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way, you choose, easy or hard way?" "I don't know what you are talking about" "Meh, the hard way then" I turn to my boys, they've already had my torture tools ready. I smirk as I run my fingers through them, I wore my black gloves and pick a plier. From my perherial view I see Micheal shift on his spot, I smirk. Today is not your turn buddy. I turn back to the dog, I hold his hand and use the plier to peg one of his fingers.