Slave

"Slave; Spin to decide who you will be bound to. If you land on yourself pass the card to the player to the left. 25 points." Mark's heart dropped. He was so close! It was unfair!

It was rigged.

Mark reached out and flicked the spinner as it went around in circles. It reminded him of his own head, spinning. Mark let his ears and tail twitch out of anger. The rage consumed him as the spinner went around. Mark felt his tail lash out. He didn't care anymore. He was going to go out in a ball of flames if thats what it took. His head hurt as he growled.

His head stopped pounding as the spinner stopped, declaring the results.