Re: Holding Pens
Mallory slides back against the really really cramped cell he's been placed in. Really cramped. Like, maybe half his size? Mallory isn't actually sure. All he knows is he has to kneel against the floor and hunch over so his head doesn't hit the upper bars. And he would have whined, he would have made his protests clear about the seriously fucked up cage size except the fuckers decided a gag would be a good idea.
He wasn't even protesting! Mallory gives the wall across him a disgusted look. He was the nicest slave. He didn't even shout or scream or drag his feet on the way. He walked as he was told, he didn't mentally break down, he was the chillest of chill.
And the fuckers gag him as a reward. If that wasn't enough, they also shove him to the small cage in the dark corner like some unwanted specimen. 'This is not how you do business!' he wants to shout, except oh wait, he's still gagged. Super.
He swipes at the floor, cleaning it up the best he can with his limited movements. It wasn't his best work, but at least he could see the actual floor now, not the dusty mess from hell it was a few moments earlier. His hands got even more dirty though, a shame. He hears steps getting closer and, with a snap and a flick, Mallory quickly swipes his grimy hand on the passing shoe. Hah.