The runaway girl became my dog. Of course—because I didn't take her in, she'd have starved to death. I fed her dog food, but she started whining about being thirsty. Didn't make any sense. So I made her drink my piss and cum. That should fill her stomach from now on. But gradually, I got pissed off that she was just lying around doing nothing but eating. So I decided to make her work. Prostitution. The customers kicked my dog, zapped her with a stun gun, and began the molestation.