Flinch hated the thought of debasing himself in this way, but the mysterious woman had made a lot of good point about his situation. He glanced over at her foot again. It looked soft, red skin was contrasted by black nails and she was slowly, hypnotically wiggling her toes. The deal she offered sounded good, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there were strings attached to this he couldn’t see. Either way, Flinch felt like he didn’t have a choice. He crawled over to the foot dangling just outside the cage, pursed his lips and slowly leaned in to kiss it. Her skin had a faintly sweet taste, smelled like smouldering wood and was very warm. It wasn’t unpleasant and for a second he felt like going for more, but restrained himself. “Good boy~”, she cooed form above, “What do you say?”. Flinch lowered his head, “Thank you.”. “Is that all?”, she teased, they both knew exactly what she wanted. “Thank you… mistress.”, Flinch finally said. ’I’ll get you for this, bitch’

Suddenly Flinch started slipping through the floor beneath him. It was like the solid ground turned procedurally more liquid and he was sinking through it. First it was like quicksand, then like honey and finally like water. As everything went dark, he heard a distant “Good pet, I will keep an eye on you. I wish you luck, genuinely.”, then he started freefalling.