HELP!!!

I suddenly found myself in an unknown place. A steel chain gripped my week neck. A choking feeling took hold of my lungs as the chained snap snare wiped my neck clean of soft fur and my strength started to fail as I got pulled into an torture cage . My capture tied tape and rope around me muzzle and I tried to take a bite at his arm but he slapped me in response. "Shut it!" And tied my legs together in a tight bundle and took a paper out of his back pocket. He wrote, "kill in two weeks, fox number 3,609, cage 63, will be In slaughterhouse 38 of Northern Ireland. Capture owner name: Grese porch" I cowered in fear. Mother! Please help! I can't hold on much longer!