(Warning: more animal abuse.)

The breathing of dogs could be heard from the man’s residence. The high and low panting noise, the sound of legs dragging, the sound of scraping the cage. The man had to stand up whenever he heard a thudding noise of bone and metal hitting each other. There was only one thing he had to do with the long rod. It was to push back the dogs that were bashing their heads against the cage after having gone crazy. It would be big trouble if they ended up breaking their heads open and going limp or something. Whenever he raised the rod, the dogs gnashed their teeth and fell back. There were no exceptions. The stronger ones would glare their pitch-black eyes at him for days and get ready for a fight, but after tasting a few stabs from the rod, they would loosen their legs and roll up their tail. Whether it was men or dogs, there was no winning against violence. After preventing suicide, he had to feed them. They would only not go into a frenzy if they were given a path to escape. The rod would be useless against those that had given up on their lives, so he had to prevent that before it reached such a state.

There were those that were bashing into the cage again...