no, this can’t be happening to him.

Scott is sobbing, bleeding on the ground, beaten. His clothes are torn- ripped by someone else just an hour ago. He had been violated, then left in this cold alley to die. As a human pet, he has no rights. Nobody will care when they find him here. Not only that, he’ll probably be beaten again. Maybe even touched again. He slightly shudders, then regrets it. It hurts.

His puffy eyes slightly open, looking at the small puddle of blood under his head. Suddenly, he hears footesteps. He curls up a little more, slightly crying, as he hears you stop in front of him. He’s been found.