To celebrate his warriors success he decided to prepare a feast and give away his thrall as a gift. A week worth of ale for everyone who was in his great hall and his thrall to whoever drinks the most.
His thrall would serve the ale and be up for grabs during the time. Right now, together with all the ale he was the reward his warriors earned in battle.
The pup didn't understand any of it and he knew nothing of what he had to do. He would learn... It took him one slap to learn how to bring ale and another to learn that he should stay quiet and stop crying. He got his muzzle bloodied a couple of times before he learned not to show fangs and a beating to learn that his body was not his own. When the first man raped him, he learned that he could not stop it and when the second one did the same the pup learned that he was to afraid to even try to stop it. It didn't take him long to learn that he should not struggle and let the men do what they want with him.
He also learned a lot about himself. He learned that he was not how he imagined himself to be. He was not brave or courageous, nor smart and inventive. He could not escape or fight them... instead his legs would give when someone was about to hit him and he would wet himself when threatened. He learned that he didn't care about his pride when he was threatened, that he would do anything to not get hurt....that he wished someone would save him...Near the end of the week he learned that nobody will.
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