Chapter 195 - Dogs? Dogs. Dogs!!!

Violet had just re-chained up the cage containing the less tame and younger dogs, the proper procedure she'd personally created for teaching her pets loyalty was a combination of food deprivation, drugs, and beatings. It did make her feel slightly bad for doing it, but it was the only way she knew of providing proper fighting dogs to Motor-Runner...

Most of her dogs ended up developing mange and a litany of other diseases due to the drugs she kept giving them. But Motor-Runner said that it was better this way as they looked more fearsome... Violet herself had black skin that was covered in welts, large bruises and enough dirt that a thousand baths probably couldn't clean her.​ ​

She hadn't always been like this however, once she had been a simple pet seller on the New Vegas strip. Her love of animals had allowed her to breed and sell various dogs, from cute ones, to hunting ones, to guard ones. Everything had changed when the NCR made the strip their home though...

The various casino's around her shop had started using her animals for illegal purposes, stitching chems into their stomachs to have them undetected when transport, having them fight to the death for peoples amusements, or a few times even had their dogs attack NCR soldiers. Violet was well aware of what they were doing, but couldn't stop them. She was just a simple pet store, no knowledge of guns, law, or any fancy connections she could use.

That didn't stop the NCR though. Since the casinos were protected by Mr House, they turned their attention to the next possible target. Herself. The 'Legally' ransacked her store, killing most of her animals before she managed to escape.

Afterwards, she lived in Freeside for a while, she had wanted to restart her business but no one in Freeside wanted pets as they were a drain on resources... She was eventually picked up by a group who wanted to sell fighting dogs to the Thorn, an underground arena that made people and other creatures fight one another for amusement.

It was during that she met her husband. Or now, ex-husband. He had been an NCR soldier but said he empathised with her situation... He wasn't a good man and had eventually coerced her into using chems. After that, everything became a blur, her memory was vague but she knew it hadn't been a good time.

The only thing she clearly remembered was the time she found her husband with another woman... Her dogs ate well that day, of course, the Thorn soon discovered his half-devoured corpse along with the home-wreckers and she was forced to flee or risk being arrested. The NCR still had a bone to pick with her, which was even greater now that she'd murdered one of their soldiers.

It was as she was running away from New Vegas that everything just clicked. Everyone in her life had betrayed her, even those who she'd not even met wanted to harm her... All but her ever-loyal dogs. So, when Motor-Runner 'offered' to give her resources to breed more dogs, she quickly agreed... Though, he'd only made the offer after weeks of being abused at his own hand, if her mind wasn't truly destroyed before, then after the litany of untested and dangerous chems they'd pumped into her had made sure of it.

Of course, in the Fiends she had a unique position. No one could kills her and take over her job of breeding the dogs as only she was capable. Those brutes known as Cook-Cook and Driver Nephi could be replaced, but she couldn't.

So, with a steady stream of supplies from Motor-Runner, she lived a relatively peaceful live in her Trailer Fort with her dogs. Occasionally taking chems to scratch the itch or setting her dogs on unlucky travellers... Did she occasionally try to eat their flesh? Of course, she needed to feel as close to her dogs as possible.

She'd eat with her dogs, sleep with her dogs, play with her dogs. Her dogs were everything. If something or someone tried to harm her dogs she'd go dog-crazy! She'd have them torn apart and eats by her dogs! The only thing left of them would be of the dog-shit left behind!

Violet shakes the thoughts from her head and scratches one of the sore bruised veins on her arm... She'd been using it a bit too frequently and may need to use another if the black colour of it was indicating anything.

"Violetta! Here girl, come here!" she calls as she walks over to her sleeping area within the Trailer Fort. Not long after a larger dog than usual bounds over, most of its fur having fallen off due to mange, leaving many sores, bruises, and other unattractive skin-conditions covering it. Its eyes were bloodshot, probably because Violet had forgotten to give her their daily dose of Psycho.

Violet doesn't mind the poor condition of her favourite animal and just hugs it, patting the dirty mattress next to her and using the dog as a make-shift pillow... She wasn't able to sleep unless she had one of her pets close to her. Motor-Runners treatment had made sure of that.

Elsewhere :

Afton and Karl had slowly drawn information out of the drunk man... Their unfortunate victim was currently lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood, the deep knife wound on their neck proving fatal. It didn't matter though, they had acquired the information they needed, Violet was still in her Trailer Fort.

Something else that could prove useful was the fact that most Fiends stayed well away from Violet's domain due to her vicious pets. The woman apparently didn't trust anyone and never left her dogs side. Motor-Runner would occasionally send someone to collect some dogs for use, but other than that she was 'alone'.

This didn't mean the group could go in guns blazing though, Violet's Trailer Fort was still within Fiend territory and any gunfire would be shaking the hornet's nest as it were, or in this case, it'd be more like shaking a Cazador nest.