Olga Kotnowska
The Betrayal.
The dog fights, and he will leave this fight either dead or alive, and these are the only two options. The dog is starved. Across the blood and urine stained carpet the dog runs, and he clenches his jaws shut, jams his opponent's thick muscles between his teeth, and this is all he knows now. In this pen surrounded by the harshest of human noises, the dog knows nothing else.
The dog is starved and he is weakened now but he fights, and all he sees is the face of his master, across from him, towering over it all, and for his master the dog fights. But when his jaws are now being swallowed whole by the opponent that today is stronger, the dog looks across the pen and he searches for the face of his master, he searches for his force. And when the dog's head is crushed against the floor, when his blood paints lines thick and dark across the surface, the dog looks up, frantically he searches for that face, the face of his master because it is all for him, it was all for him.
The Betrayal.
The dog fights, and he will leave this fight either dead or alive, and these are the only two options. The dog is starved. Across the blood and urine stained carpet the dog runs, and he clenches his jaws shut, jams his opponent's thick muscles between his teeth, and this is all he knows now. In this pen surrounded by the harshest of human noises, the dog knows nothing else.
The dog is starved and he is weakened now but he fights, and all he sees is the face of his master, across from him, towering over it all, and for his master the dog fights. But when his jaws are now being swallowed whole by the opponent that today is stronger, the dog looks across the pen and he searches for the face of his master, he searches for his force. And when the dog's head is crushed against the floor, when his blood paints lines thick and dark across the surface, the dog looks up, frantically he searches for that face, the face of his master because it is all for him, it was all for him.
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