So I crawl.

It had been dark outside, so the bright florescence hanging from the ceiling blind me. Al reminds me with his boot to crawl. He doesn't kick me this time, just kind of nudges me and I understand.

It looks like a normal unfinished basement... aside from the fact that it's huge. There are dog cages lining part of the walls, some full, others empty. There are a few guys, who had been playing cards, sitting at a low coffee table.

As I crawl across the floor, the men cheer and hoot. One reaches over to grab at my tits. I try to pull away, but Al gives me another hard tug and I just have to take it as he fondles my ass. His friends egg him on, so he gives me a hard slap on the butt as I'm passing. One or two of them throw poked chips at me.

I'm staring at the ground trying to pretend this is all a dream. When I reach the back, I see that Emma's leash has been tied off to a hook on the wall above her head. She's standing on her toes, trying to avoid getting strangled.