Some time later

"We are here," you can hear the sentence once the speeder stops.

The next moment the cage's door is unlocked, and you are led to ground level. Under your paws you can feel concrete instead of sand. But that much was expected.

A gentle tug on your leash, and you are led forward, hearing numerous people around you on the busy streets. A row of stairs that you have to climb one by one, and you are inside a building. You wait in place for some time, then you finally move forward. Then you stop again, and you can hear the dreadful sentence:

"I would like to sell my **** that I owned for two years," the woman says. You never got to know her name. Such was the isolation she kept you. But you also know that you are broken. Your mind too damaged, your body to prone for pleasure, for you to be anything but a mindless toy.

The receptionist offers a purchase price. Your mind doesn't register the exact amount. After that the woman walks off without even saying goodbye, and you are escorted to a different place by the personnel. The suit on your body is removed, including the hood. You shudder as you realize that you are still able to see. This means that the nanites kept patching up your eyes all along.

You are dressed in a grey straitjacket, a pair of **** ballet boots, connected by a short chain, and you get a fist sized ballgag in your mouth. After that you are escorted away, one stumble after the next as the very act of walking on your feet is strange to you.

You are led to a cell made of glass, barely large enough to accommodate a person. You are knelt down, and once again, blindfolded, the leash at the center of your collar connected to an O-ring on the floor.

After that, the guard leaves you alone the cell. And you just kneel there. Too submissive to do anything else. And deep down you know, you will mindlessly serve, no matter who becomes your next owner.

BAD END: BROKEN TOY