The days following her terrible punishment, Emily remained curled up at the back of the kennel, her lungs still burning from the alcohol fumes that had brought her to death's door.
Yet Alexander didn't seem inclined to give her any respite. Each morning, he would come, unchain her, and lead her outside to relieve herself, indifferent to the pleading looks she cast his way. The humiliating routine resumed its relentless course, as if nothing had happened.
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