Those words sent icy chills down my spine and caused my heart to skip a beat. Not that it matters in the least.
I looked up, through a thick veil of darkness which was rapidly descending and shook my head.
Why me? I'd done nothing. Why was I here? Why was this happening? I wanted to scream, to plead, to beg. Not that it would do any good.
Terrifying. Those words, so simple and easily said. Just two little words yet they brought with them horrors beyond telling. I slid backwards until the hard wall stopped me and cringed, then looked up fearfuly and watched as my executioner approached.
"Let's go," the words repeated. Rough hands grasped me firmly and dragged me against my will over the hard, cold floor. I fought. I struggled. I tried...and failed.
"Stupid dog," the man growled, watching me as the cage door slammed shut. "The groomers ain't gonna kill you!"