In front of the big store window there was an empty pen. One of the men picked her up as if she weighed nothing and set her unceremoniously into the ...pen. He took off the choke chain and smirked down at her, ?There we are, little pup.? Then he looked at the other man, ?How long do you think before she sells?? The other man laughed, ?That little runt?? He asked and then walked off. ?Don’t worry, little pup,? the smirking man said as he reached down and ruffled her. Our system has triedto help her, and despite she has shown signs of improvement, shecontinues to fall back into the criminal ways, this time hospitalising aboy. It is obvious that she has to go in the machine once again. Thelawyers can read what I have decided."Louisa smiled. What was the worse they can do? They would most likelymake her to a baby. Then it wouldn't matter, as she would not noticewhat was happening around her. Louisa smiled as she prepared herself forthe machine. They could do. They were thugs.He hated his title: thug, for that reason, not because of the race implications it had like Rayner thought. Besides, the things he did to pay them back may have earned him that Title. Did Rayner know what he did after school?This was why he hated being alone. It made him think, contemplate, agonize. Like some brooding beta baby. That was not him. He was a fighter in a fantasy world! He fought battles! Thinking about a world he could not go back to was a waste of time. He would. " Commented Sasha Banks, as both diva's strutted through the halls."Yer feckin' tellin' meh." Said Becky Lynch, almost limping in her walk. She was getting very uncomfortable in her ring attire.They eventually reached the door and Becky had opened up the locker room to them. Instantly a nice cool breeze blew past them. The locker rooms were nicely air conditioned for the talent to cool off after a match. It was a nice transition since the hallways were always so hot and heated. They made their.