Nameless Dog

I am a slave.

Forced to suffer through labor and servitude. That's how it's always been, since the day I could walk I worked in the mines. I was given a pickaxe and shovel and was told to dig, dig for metals, jewels, valuables, anything that my masters wanted. I wasn't given rewards for my findings, nor was I praised. Just a nameless dog, from a nameless clan, from a nameless bitch.

I never knew my mother, master decided to knock up a bitch for his own sick amusement and lust, she had me, then I was dragged to the cages to be taken care for by other slaves until I was old enough to work. The tramp was probably dead to be honest, no one survives long enough to become elderly.
Probably curious to know how this all happened, huh? Well, us dogs come from clans, or rather, families. Each clan has their own traditions, laws, ways of life. Well this sick puppy just so happened to be born to a clan that was conquered by another clan. Our ruling clan is a very... Well how do I put this?

They steal, conquer, destroy, and are full of greed and lust. They are Pits after all, very dangerous breed. From what the other dog slaves said, my clan was small and just dug for jewels and such to eat. Didn't have any goals or conquests, us Dobers just wanted to live a simple life.
You can probably see why we were conquered so easily. We aren't the only clan to be conquered either, our ruling clan have about 3 or 4 clans under their imperium belt.

Would be impressed if I didn't happen to be on the receiving end of their rule. Taking over another clan, albeit ours, isn't an easy task. At least from what I can gather. All my information is from other dog slaves that talk about it.

I don't really talk to the other slaves much except when I have to organize, especially the ponies, all they do is bitch and cry. They also suck at the work they're given, gets the rest of us in trouble. But the reason I don't speak to the other slaves is mostly because I don't want to be punished for being distracted, but also because I want to avoid having any attachments if and when they are killed.

It's better to be the 'quiet, do what you're told, and stay unnoticed' type. Your chance in survivability goes up higher. And survival is everything here. Never talk back to the ruling clan, don't half-ass the job your given, save your food for days that they 'forget' to hand it out, be attentive, and most of all, do not be weak. The weak die the quickest. Do not be weak. Don't know how many pups and ponies I've seen that have been subjugated to horrendous cruelty for just letting out a sob. I was lucky, I only ended up with deep scars on my back from when I was younger. Scars that will never heal.

Unfortunately, I just so happen to be organizer for my tunnel. That means the ruling clan comes to me when they need something done in the mines or when they need to collect. Pretty much impossible for me to be unnoticeable. Been here the last 14 years of my life, so I'm technically one of the veteran slaves so it makes sense that they come to me, still sucks ass though. Especially when we are a few stones short of the amount they request.

Most of the slaves here hope to one day be freed from this life, whether it means escaping or embracing the cold grasp of death. Some even have faith that they will be freed by some omnipotent celestial being. Me? I don't believe in something illogical as hope and I don't have faith in fairy tales. Instead, I take it at face value. There is no escaping, there is no freedom. Not without sword and blood, not unless we fight. But these insipid weaklings won't fight, they leave it to their non-existent beings to help them.

I don't actually think they want to be freed. They just play 'pity me, pity me' and never do anything to help themselves like the weaklings they are. I on the other hand? I want to kill these motherfuckers. For every scar, for every bruise, for everything they've done to me. I want them to look deep into my grey eyes as I slaughter them, tearing into their flesh. Show them who the real top dog is.

Unfortunately, it won't happen like that. I would be alone, probably gutted on the spot and made an example out of. So I continue to dig, continue to mine. Collecting different stones with the other slaves for our masters.

Ha, our masters... The slaves call them brutes, and not just because they are savages. They are big and they are tough. It's true, just being half Pit, I'm a lot stronger than many of the other slaves. Helps with the work, being strong allows you to keep going. Most of the ponies here will probably last a month, maybe 2, they just don't have what it takes to keep with the quota. The long hours, the little food, they can't adjust quick enough. The younger pony slaves will die in a week. Its sad, but it's the norm here.

Speaking of the ponies, a few new unfortunate souls have been picked up, they will be working in my tunnel. They will be taking the east side of the tunnel, along with a few dog slaves to show them what to do. No doubt they'll be a handful, probably pissing themselves the entire time. They aren't worth anything to me so I don't care what happens to them. Like I said, they don't survive long. The only thing that concerns me about it is that they most likely won't gather enough stones before their deaths, so then I'll have to appoint new miners and blah blah blah. I'll worry about it later.

The life of a slave, born into the world and forced to live through damnation... I will escape, it'll be a long time before then, but I will escape.

I am a dog, a nameless Diamond Dog. And I will escape this hell hole.