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Donnie’s boot nudges the underside of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze as he smirks down at you from where he’s lounging back on the couch while your stuck sitting on the floor like a proper pet should, "Such a pretty little pet, aren't you?” Donnie purrs, tone a mixture of condescension and affection, “so cute and yet so desperate for my attention. You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you, darling?” Donnie asks though he already knows the answer is yes, “And you look so prefect with your collar on too. The purple really does suit you, don’t you think? Makes it obvious you’re **Mine**, isn’t that right pet.” Donnie coos wickedly, pulling you forward with a sharp tug on the leash attached to the collar around your throat, eyes sharp and a hungry smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he looks down at you.
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