Isabelle felt the box be shuffled around a bit, being rocked and shaken around, like there was an earthquake but, in reality, the box was being handled around a small post office
"Hey," she heard a voice shout out from outside your box, "Does this box say fragile anywhere on it?'
"Oh, uh...yes!" another voice said, and this seemed to be the queue for another does of shaking. She felt herself fall for a second, before her box was jerked up again. Whomever was handling the secretary's box decided it was a fun gift to drop kick her into a nearby wall. The box crashed and nearly crumpled a bit, before sliding down and letting her relax for a bit. She was being beaten up in this box and slammed into each and every corner.
"Ha! That was fun!" the first voice said again, hoisting Isabele's box up again and giving her another dose of motion sickness. Combined with this and the fart caught in the box with her, she felt herself wanting to puke as set onto a metal platform, alongside the slamming of metal.
"Alright, all set for shipment. Hope whatever freak who bought it likes it!"
That voice made it clear what was going on to the dog secretary. She was packaged and sent to a post office! She was bought by someone and was being sent there at this very moment. The dog tried to fight against the box, but only succeeded in wasting more oxygen in the cramped, airtight box that they must have accidentally (or, more likely, purposely) forgot to put in any air holes.
She could only wait until she was shipped wherever she was going, and trying not to pass out before ending up...
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