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This story is fiction from the author’s mind, but themes contained within are the kidnapping of an adult woman and animal cruelty and abuse (Forced dogfighting. Physical and verbal abuse). If such themes may be upsetting, please read with caution.

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Big Ken and Guy pull into the indoor parking lot of Polo Medicine Inc. Guy wipes off a stubborn stain of blood on his switchblade.

Big Ken grins and says, “My candy’s giving you trouble, huh?”

Guy glares and grumbles, “That bimbo is not worth it. Do you how much this quality blade costs?”

Big Ken pats his shoulder, then grabs his head and slams it against the passenger window.

“Look, dumbass, that blood can wash out, but I don’t think a castration is going to be so easy to fix. You’ll find that out if you mess with my candy again.”

Guy nods, and Big Ken releases his grip.

As they exit the car, Guy hesitantly asks, “Hey, what draws you to her?”

Big Ken stops and turns around, then smirks to himself. “Because, that candy is going to help make Roscoe useful to us. She’s been helping us so far.”

The two men enter an elevator painted red and go up to the 27^th floor.

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An enormous empty glass water tank lines the walls of the large hallway, giving off an ominous shade of blue. Several birds in cages flutter at the startling sound of the elevator stopping. Big Ken and Guy exit the elevator and briskly walk to the end of the hallway. The birds immediately silence themselves when they see them coming.

The men enter a large office, with Big Ken sitting at the head desk; Guy casually lounges in an armchair facing him. He lights up a cigar.

“So, next plan of action?” Guy asks between puffs.

Big Ken messes with a Newton’s Cradle in his desk, then says, “Roscoe’s is now my candy’s new buddy; she seems like the type of bimbo to be a sucker for crappy mutts. If Roscoe doesn’t want to see her suffer, let alone himself, he’ll be willing to do whatever it takes to help her.

“The scientists say they’ll be done at noon today; we’ll be picking the sample product. Now that my candy has eaten her breakfast, she’ll be feeling pretty shitty.”

“Hopefully not literally.” Guy chuckles.

Big Ken rolls his eyes and picks up a manila folder.

“If I know anything about Roscoe, he’s not much of a fighter, but he’s not going to back down from an opportunity like this.”

Big Ken opens the folder and looks over a resume and a blueprint of a medicine bottle.