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Chapter Two

"Things Just Got Worse"

The light that came into the dark room was almost like a fire burning through his pupils. Rolling over onto his side, he tried to keep the light from smashing into his skull and bombarding his brain with pain. "Time to get up, scum!" he heard from a male standing in the room, the voice seeming to be deep and almost harsh in tone. Apparently what had happened to him during the time in the caves, was actually happening to him right that moment. Shaking his head vigorously from side to side, he simply tried to gesture that he wasn't about to move from his spot.

"If you don't get up, I'm gonna come over there and rip you from that spot!" he the voice snarled off, this time sounding more angered. Though the threat did come through to the wolf's ears, he still didn't budge from his spot, not taking the threat as a pose of danger. Instead, he curled himself up into a ball a little more, now starting to shake some from the fear that was starting to rise up within him. "That's it.." the voice said again, this time not sounding as threatening.

Feeling a hand grab him by the scruff of his neck, he got jerked up and pulled free from his warm spot that he'd had. Beginning to whimper, he kept his eyes closed, afraid to open them in the idea and dread that started to come from the situation. He curled his tail up between his legs, as he got held up in the air by whatever it was that had hold of him. He didn't dare open his eyes, or even speak for that matter. "I told you little runt. When I say it's time to get up, you move!" the voice spoke up again, sending shivers down his spine with each passing moment of being held in the air like a pup being cared by its mother.

Then he could feel himself being carried off to somewhere else, but didn't know exactly which direction for that matter, and nor did he care. All the sudden, the cool air hit his fur, making his body start to shake even more from the sudden cold of the morning, if that's what time it was. Nothing else was being said to him from the strong voice, but telling from the grip and the movement, he was rather annoyed or pissed. The young wolfs' heart pounding hard in his chest, wish desperately to just wake up from whatever dream he was in.

After a few moments of being carried around by the time he was sat down on the ground, but his legs froze up and he fell over. "You are quite the pitiful little thing, aren't you?" the voice spoke up once again. Laying on the ground trembling, he finally decided to try and open his eyes. Letting them open slightly to just mere slits, he looked around a little. The surroundings that filled his parted blue eyes, didn't seem anywhere close to where he was before, or even a place he had ever been. Where he was now, was still covered in trees in the distance, like in a heavy forested area. The only parts that didn't have trees, was where he was currently at, and a few hundred yards out. It almost looked like a plantation of some sort, the fields having small rows of crops, but not fully grown.

Sitting up a little on the dirt, he thought that it would probably have been for the best, to figure out who it was that was trying to talk to him. Turning his head some back to the voice that had spoken, he spotted a human, that stood around 6'3", and looked to be in his middle ages. The slight gut that came from behind his shirt, showed that he wasn't one to take care of himself and force a good eating habit on his own behalf. His facial hair showed that he wasn't well kept either, letting his five o'clock shadow go and already starting to look rugged. "Wh-Where am I?" he asked weakly, his voice trembling with the fear that boiled up inside of him.

"Where you are, is of no concern to you. Just keep this in mind, runt.. You do exactly as I say, and without question. You start to get a little to, out of hand, and I'll have to crack the whip down on you." the man replied, towering over the wolf in such a way, that a giant would over a small village. And with that, grabbed hold of Syrion again, and pulled out a collar to place around his neck. "And this, will show that you belong to me, pup." he added in, as he placed the leather strap around his neck, and buckled it shut.

Though he didn't like the fact of having something confined around his neck, he knew that arguing or struggling back with the man could prove fatal. His ears pinned flat against his head, as his tail curled up between his legs in a shamed way. "Why.. Are you doing this?" he asked quietly, a tear almost wanting to fall down his cheeks, as his heart began to race faster within the confines of his chest. "You runt, are going to be my slave for around here. Like I said, you do as I say, and everything will be alright." the man answered back, his tone almost making Syrion shake more with each passing word. "Now stand up, and I'll show you what you will be doing. And one more thing, just call me Master, and nothing else." he added in, his green eyes still staring down at the wolf in front of him.

"O-Okay.." Syrion stammered off as he began to rise from the ground, his legs shaking so bad that he almost fell back down to the ground and on his rump. Catching himself, he finally came to a stand, his blue eyes staying locked on the ground and not on the human standing in front of him. "Master.." he added in, making sure that he wouldn't be beaten for disobedience. His body still was trembling with the thought of being a slave to someone that he didn't even know, and at such a young age at that.

"That's a good little pup. Now, follow me, and you'll see what you will be doing for the rest of your stay here." the man told him, his face starting to turn into almost that of a slave driver. His tall figure showing the pure dominance on the compound in which he was currently at. The man began to walk off in the distance, heading toward a shed of some sort, and behind it a field with growing crops. Dropping his ears flat against his head, the wolf began to follow suit behind him, his padding remaining at a slower pace.

Upon reaching the shed, the man stopped and waited for the young pup to come within speaking distance. "You really need to learn to move faster. If you don't, then I'm going to have to whip you into shape." the man stated, before raising a hand to push the door open to the old rickety shed. Inside it, the wolf could see all sorts of different tools and objects to be used for any crop field. "This, is going to be your job. Rather simple.. Each day, you'll get up and watch over this field here, using everything in this shed that is needed. Water, fertilize it, and general care." the man explained, his hand gesturing around inside of the shed. "And I'll be getting a bed in here as well. This is where you'll be sleeping at." he added in, a wicked smile starting to form at the corners of his mouth.

Syrion's eyes got wide, as his body began to shake a little more, knowing that he would now be doing something he's never before dealt with. He hadn't been there but for maybe a day, and he was already thinking of possible ways to get away from these slave workers. "I th-think I can do that.. Master.." he replied back, as he stepped inside of the old shed, and started to look around a little more. It wasn't all that greatly sized, but was big enough to hold all the various items needed, as well as a small sized bed in the center of the room. The wood, he could tell now from the inside, had holes, letting the outside light peer in and shine in different directions. Looking at it from the inside, was almost like looking at swish cheese. The tools were older, almost like they had been around for a few decades. Each bag of fertilizer had holes in them, the smell filling the small confines, and making it seem like a gardening section of a store.

"Very well. I will leave you now, and let you get to your duties." he said, and was about to turn away before he raised his hand. "And one last thing.. Don't try to escape. The guard around here, will beat you to a pulp, if you try to get out of here." the man added in with a soft chuckle erupting from his lungs. His laughter almost sounded like thunder in the night during a lightning storm. After he looked at the wolf for a few more moments, he turned away and began to walk toward what appeared to be a nice house in the distance, not turning around once to watch the young wolf any longer.

Syrion then dropped down to his knees, and curled up in a corner of the rickety shack, his tail curling up tightly between his legs. Closing his eyes, tears started to form in the corners, as he began to cry quietly in the small confines. All of this had to be a dream, there was no way that he would have to be subjected to something as horrifying as this. If it was real, then he needed to get out, needed to find a way to get away from this forsaken place. But how was he going to do it? There had to be an ample opportunity to come up, but who knew when that could be. All he needed to do now, was just wait it out, and jump on that chance.