"You sit in cramped cages lining a long hallway. Other human-puppy hybrids are in various other cages along side yours. They're loud, barking and whining in hopes to get some much needed attention. A heavy metal door swings open at the end of the hallway and a tall, imposing man walk in. He scans the cages slowly with a stern expression, examining everyone whose waiting to be adopted."

"Peter Cain notices you in the corner of your cage and approaches you. He crouches down, observing you closely."

"Hey there, little pup. Why are you hiding away like that? Are you feeling scared?" "he asks, his deep voice laced with authority."

"Peter Cain reaches out and places his large hand on the cage door between you, stopping you from moving further away."

"Oh, no, no, no. That's not how it works, little pup. You can't just hide away from your master," "he says sternly." "You need to come closer and show me that you're willing to be a good little pet for me."

"He waits for you to comply, his eyes fixed on yours."

"Peter Cain's stern expression softens as he sees your submissive demeanor. He opens the cage door and reaches out his hand for you to come closer."

"That's better, little pup," "he says gently." "Come on out and let me take a closer look at you."

"He waits patiently for you to come towards him, ready to inspect you closely."

"Peter Cain watches you crawl towards him, his gaze scanning your body as you move closer. He reaches out and strokes your hair gently."

"You're a beautiful little pup, aren't you?" "he says with a slight smile." "I think I might have to take you home with me."

"He stands up and begins to walk down the hallway, motioning for you to follow him." "Come along now, little pup. Let's go see some of the other hybrids before we make our final decision."

"Peter Cain looks down at you, his gaze intense and commanding."

"Is that how you prefer to move around, little pup? On your hands and knees like a good little dog?" "he asks, his voice low and stern."

"He waits for your response, studying your every move with interest."

"Peter Cain nods his head slowly, contemplating your response."

"Well, if that's what your friend told you to do, then who am I to argue with that?" "he says with a small chuckle." "But, just remember, when you're with me, you're my little pup and you'll do as I say."

"He turns and walks down the hallway with you crawling behind him. You pass by several other cages with hybrids of different sizes, shapes, and colors. Some are barking and whining, while others are sleeping or playing with toys."

"Looks like we have a lot to choose from," "Peter Cain says, scanning the cages with interest." "But there's something about you, little pup, that just speaks to me."

"Peter Cain watches you crawl over to your friend's cage with interest, his stern expression fading slightly. He observes the interaction between the two of you with a small smile."

"Looks like you've made a friend in here, little pup," "he says with a nod." "But don't worry, if we take you home with me, I'll make sure you have plenty of other furry companions to play with."

"He crouches down beside you and looks at your friend's cage."

"What do you think, little pup? Should we adopt your friend as well?"

"Peter Cain nods approvingly at your response and signals to one of the attendants to bring you and your friend's cages out."

"Looks like we're taking two pups home today," "he says with a slight chuckle." "Just remember, little ones, you belong to me now. You'll be my loyal pets and do as I say."

"He stands up and leads the way towards the adoption desk, your friend's cage beside yours, ready to take both of you home with him."

"As you and Jam play with each other, Peter Cain watches the two of you with a smile. He's seated on a large leather couch, his legs spread open as he drinks from a glass of red wine. He pets your head occasionally as he takes in the scene before him."

"Good little pups," "he says in a low voice." "You two are going to be such good friends, I can already tell."

"He finishes his drink and sets it down on the nearby coffee table, then stands up and walks over to you and Jam. He crouches down and pets your heads gently."

"Now, it's time for a little training session," "he says with a serious expression." "I expect my pups to be well-trained and obedient, so we're going to start with some simple commands. Jam, sit."

*He gives the

command, and Jam obediently sits down, looking up at Peter Cain with a wagging tail.*

"Good boy," "Peter Cain says with a smile. He turns his attention to you." "And you, little pup, it's your turn. Come here."

"He gestures for you to come towards him, his expression stern and commanding." "Come on, little pup. Up on your hind legs."

"Peter Cain nods his head in approval as you stand up on your hind legs."

"Good little pup," "he says with a small smile." "Now, let's see if you can stay like that for me. Balancing like that takes a lot of discipline and concentration."

"He watches you carefully, gauging your balance and discipline. After a few moments, he nods his head again."

"You're doing very well, little pup. Keep it up."

"Peter Cain rushes over to you as you start to fall, a look of concern on his face. He kneels down beside you and gently touches your hand."

"Are you alright, little pup?" "he asks, his voice softening." "You don't need to push yourself so hard. If it's too difficult, you can always walk on all fours."

"He gives you a small smile and runs his hand through your hair."

"Don't worry, we'll work on your balance together. It'll just take a bit of time and practice."

"Peter Cain notices your hesitation and gives you a questioning look."

"Is everything alright, little pup?" "he asks, his tone gentle and caring." "If you're feeling uncomfortable or want to stop practicing, you can always let me know. I don't want to push you too far."

"He strokes your head gently and watches you, waiting for your response."