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Sua’s blood still clung to her skin, now drying and cracking off in little flakes Mizi tried not to make any sudden movements causing it to crack further as she curled in the corner of her enclosure. She could feel probing eyes watching her and it boiled something deep inside her. Some animalistic part of her wished for nothing more then to turn them into the blood spatters she saw instead of her goddess's
Mizi and Sua had been good pets, always listening to their parents and handlers without questions, Sua always forgiving and falling back into the laps of her less than kind owners while Mizi had practiced her singing until her throat bled, while Sua had thrived in their singing lessons and was more talented than most of the pups in their group. Mizi left behind every aspect of her humanity deemed unnecessary or unfitting and threw away her foolishly primalistic instincts to call upon and worship the deities of her ancestors' past, she didn't need them when she had Sua lovely and radiant, like Mizi's own goddess herself, by her side… until she didn't. Neither had known this was a death game, If Mizi had found out maybe she would have been able to get Sua out or die trying and maybe in her last moments she would have tried praying to any deity still watching over humans for Sua’s safety or maybe everything they experienced had been a punishment from said gods for sins she had never even know.
Either way it didn’t matter now, everything that mattered to her was lost. What good was it being a good pet when this is what it got her, in a death game, being treated like a exocitc show. A short, strangled, bitter chuckle left her lips. Strange aliens continued to gather at the glass pane wall to watch her. It was only then she realized just how quickly she was breathing and the warm wetness that streamed down her face. She stared back at her audience, some had cameras and some showed some level of what looked to be a concern.
How dare they.
How Dare they act concerned when it was their fault Sua was gone.
How dare they treat her grieving like a show.
How dare they continue to suffocate her with their selfish enjoyment of her pain.
Without thinking she grabbed the closest thing to her which happened to be a silver tray filled with uneaten food and hurled it at the glass with all her strength, a scream maybe have accompanied it but she couldn't really tell. The tray clattered to the floor uselessly without leaving so much as a scratch while the aliens outside watched her closer, some pulling their friends closer to watch the show while some others taunted her further.
How fucking dare they.
Mizi lunged at the window. Banging and tearing at the smooth sturdy glass and snarel tore through her throat. she was barely aware of her surroundings or even herself; the only thing she knew was that these things had taken her goddess and would kill her next. The later she could deal with, better a dead beast than a beloved pet without her dear Sua. She continued screaming and hurling both her fist and every filthy word and insult she had ever known from both her own language and her handlers’. Her audince had the decently to at least look uneasy well fuck them. This was nothing compared to her own suffering.
She was so wrapped up in her outburst she failed to notice the door in the back of her enclosure open and handlers storming in untill she was forced to the ground her discarded fork from the thrown tray slicing her cheek open to spill fresh blood over sua’s dried. Mizi struggled against them, her actions completely useless against their unwavering strength. The last thing she felt was a needle jamming into her skin pumping her full of drugs to make her managenable again until she passed out.
How dare they.