All the men stared in fear at the man that stood behind the man who was beating Huron. The man was dressed in a navy blue trench-coat and was as powerful as a king. The almighty man was squatting down in front of the woman who looked no different than an actual dog, his clean and big hands touching her filthy, chained wrists.

"How is it, Alex? Is… Is this fun enough for you?" Jane retracted her arms in chains abruptly. Her expression was still blank with no sign of tears in her eyes. She simply stared at Alex and continued with a tone so calm that it sounded as though she was discussing the matters of some other people. "I… You probably couldn't imagine that in a civilized society, humans would still be treated this way, could you? I've already gotten used to it. When I was little, my siblings all had their beds and rooms, while I had to sleep in the corridor. When they simply couldn't think of a game they were interested in, they would tie me up and force me to bark like a dog on the