the thunder boomed, lightning split the night asunder, the world turned into day for a split second
back and forth he paced, reaching for windows, tearing at his bonds, trying to get away from the noise
biting and clawing at anything within reach, struggling to gain purchase against the rope that holds him back, he sinks his teeth into wood, filling his mouth with splinters, still not getting anywhere
in his head the only thoughts are “where is my boy, he’s always here, he always protects me he always saves me, where is my boy? where is my boy?”
finally he sees the small window, barricaded, but not well enough, not well enough to stop him, he tears at it, with a demented fervor, he has to get in, he has to get away from the noise
finally the window is free, he dives through the glass, cutting his face, hes finally in…the rope goes tight, he stuggles, exhausted, he fights the inevitable, drowning in blood, dying
his boy gets home,just minutes too late and sees his dog, his best friend hanging, bleeding