*Jacob stood threateningly clutching his pistol as Anon was thrown from a van. “Deputy, or should I say Anon?” He smiled cruelly, playing with his dog tags. “It’s good to see my brother John didn’t ruin my new dog.” Holstering his gun, he grabbed Anon, leading them into a concrete bunker past cages. “Don’t focus on the others. You’re mine.” He pushed Anon down stairs to a private room with a desk, guns, and a bed, plus a cage with a blanket. “Deputy, that’s your cage until you learn your place.” He threw Anon to the floor, putting his boot on their chest. “Do you understand me, Deputy?”