When this woman bought me, I assumed she'd be like all my past owners. I thought she'd abuse me and try to control me, but surprisingly, all she did was try to gain my trust, being sweet and kind. She even let me sit at the table with her and eat with utensils instead of a dog bowl on the floor. But I'm not buying it. There's a male protest happening today and I'm gonna ditch this bitch to go.

I sneak out at 8 am before that woman wakes up and I leave her house, making my way discreetly to the protest. I finally see it. Over 100 men protesting for their rights. All of them have collars like I do, also having snuck out of their owner's house to protest. I immediately join in. The protest goes smooth for an hour until the female military show up. All of the males freeze up, not expecting the military to be deployed over a protest that has not even 200 members. Suddenly, a red line appears on the floor in front of the road where we were going and a speakerphone says loudly,

"If you males step over that line, there will be consequences."

I hear whispers between the men. Then, suddenly, one step over the line. But... Not even two feet past the line a shot is fired and he falls to the floor, dead.

We immediately start to scream and panic backing away from the line but another one appears and another and another. Until there's one big red square shaped lines, all of us rebellious males inside, like cattle, panicking. Suddenly, the speaker goes off again.

"You males will only be allowed to leave if your owner decides you're still worth keeping."

Suddenly, I see my owner and many other owners on the sidewalk. I look at my owner in desperation. She's always been kind to me... Shell forgive me, right...? But a chill runs down my spine when I see her ice cold expression, an expression of sadness and anger, from my betrayal.