First time I can remember being assaulted and forced into a Poké Ball I was only in my first evolutionary form. I told no one and lived with the shame and guilt, thinking all along that I, a Psychic-type, was somehow responsible for the actions of a 10-year old boy from Pallet Town. I had to see this “trainer” on a daily basis for years to come. He would shout my name and expel me from the pocket dimension I was trapped in, and I would be forced outside, my blood running cold, my guts carrying the burden of what only he and I knew — that he expected me to shut my mouth and fight other “monsters” in grudge matches until one of us was beaten into unconsciousness. When I was not fighting, I was forced to breed with the other “monsters” in his stable and our offspring would eventually be taken from us to be traded with other “trainers”.