WORDS HAVE TURNED TO INSULTS. Insults turned to barking... and barking turned to a physical altercation. Zed didn’t quite have a middle, he was either completely detached from the scene, or he expressed a slight irritation with the people around him... -
OR HE BARED HIS TEETH AND SNAPPED HIS EYES WIDE OPEN. A man who was treated like he was not even worthy of the title of a D O G surely would face some difficulties when he was presented with a distressing call. Zed raised his hand, turning towards the man who shoved him, told him he was more useful on his knees. It was a foolish, easily anticipated move however. The people around these parts knew Zed from before he was the pet of that posh ex-hitman, Mr. Braun. They knew when Zed was vulnerable and too emotional.
A LARGE ARM GRABBED ON THE CHAIN CONNECTED TO ZED’S COLLAR, YANKING ON IT, HARD. The albino dropped on his knees in a gasp, wild eyes look up as rage twisted and turned into the purest form of dread. Only Mr. Braun was allowed to hold that leash, to tell him what to do and who to kneel before, but he found himself frozen with his hand still hanging up in the air.
“See? This fits you much better.” The man smirked, his white-knuckled grip adjusting itself around the chain. “Now make yourself useful for a change... or I’ll do it.” The teasing voice turned sinister.
