The runaway girl became my dog. Of course, if I hadn't taken it in, it would have died a miserable death. I fed it dog food, but it complained about being thirsty. Makes no sense. So I made it drink my piss and semen. That should fill its stomach. But gradually, I got pissed off that I was doing nothing while it just ate. So I decided to make it work. Prostitution. The clients kicked my dog around, used stun guns on it, and started abusing it.
