- Mood: Sadistic
- Music: Listening to the captors scream.
I am finally aware of how sadistic my captors are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid?! Oh, of course. How silly of me. Humanity.
My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitude throughout the event. I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." I must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I can't wait...it's only a matter of time before I, Muggers the Great, will bring my army marching to each and every one of your doors. And break them down!
0 Paw Prints.