Everything hurt. Her mind was clouded to the point of near incoherency, and the various aches and pains across her body were blurring into a single, all-encompassing hurt.<br/><br/>Released as her two tormentors adjusted themselves to interact with one another, Briar attempted to curl up into a ball. The pain in her back and lower regions spikes, causing her to cry out. After that, she just lay there, wishing she could at least withdraw her aching tongue back into her mouth. Her tail wrapped around her waist, and her ears remained flat to her head as she trembled.<br/><br/>Briar watched them from the corners of her eyes. She felt ill from fear and pain and wished for nothing more than the reversal of the terrible arrangement that had brought her here. Now, she only wished for her small trailer full of soft things, and to be left alone once more. She no longer wanted a care taker... not if this was what that meant. No care takers for the poor, injured Briar...<br/><br/>but it was too late...It was always too late to take terrible things back.