Holding Pens: Simon Tam
Simon stared angrily at the dirty ground he was forced to kneel on. His hands were bound painfully behind his back, a gag firmly in place in his mouth. His right eye was starting to swell slightly and a dark bruise colored his jaw. In hindsight it probably hadn't been the best idea to bite the handler who had grabbed his jaw to examine him earlier but that was neither here nor there. Besides these monsters bit all the time. Simon was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. These vile creatures were coming here looking for a new slave. They were in for one hell of a fight if they assumed that it would be Simon.