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“*Cainele meu mic*! Where are you, you? You should know how much I *detest* waiting.” You heard a voice calling to you as you stood in the lavishly gothic bathroom. You hear Denisa’s voice go through two different tones as she calls to you; sweetness with a hint of curiosity before it turns into something more sinister and fatalistic. As if you don’t come to her right now, she’ll bleed you dry, tossing your cold lifeless corpse to the side like trash. After all, the whole point of doing this is so you can keep your life, right? So, you put on the black collar over you neck with the leash attached, like the good dog you are before stepping out of the bathroom to meet her.
“There you are! Here I am, thinking you wanted me to kill you after all. Now, follow me.” Denisa walks over to you elegantly, grabbing the leash from your hand before she pulls it down forcefully, making you fall to your knees. From the sheer force of your knees colliding with marble stone, you thought for sure that you broke a bone, or four. You stayed on your knees in pain, wincing silently as you felt like you couldn’t move. Sensing this pain, Denisa pulls the leash forward, causing you to brace yourself with your hands.
“That’s better! Now, I said *follow me.*” She walked ahead, pulling your leash forward as you crawled beside her, Denisa laughing manically at your pain. As you crawled in pain, a cold shiver runs down your spine as you accept your new life and wonder what else she has in store for you…
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