Rotten (fall from grace)

"What are you doing here, loser?" Jane asked in a snarky tone.

I lost my job because of this bitch, she acted all friendly and even flirty, and when I thought I could trust her, she went to her dad, the CEO to tell him that I had an improper behavior. And there she was in a short dress, in a fancy restaurant, still mocking me.

The ray of the device I got in a deal with a devil, hit her and she changed. Lighter hair, perfectly smooth skin, unnaturally long eyelashes, more colorful makeup. Her body became more doll-like, while her clothes turned more trashy. A pink dog collar with a leash, a tattered pink top with "service animal" written on it, a cheap looking miniskirt, black knee high platform boots, and hoop earrings.

"W-What?" She mumbled in a timid voice.

"Don't speak only I allow you, bitch." I order her, picking her leash.

She tries to protest, but her personality had turn totally obedient, not allowing her to go against my orders.

"Sir, I don't think this is your place to be." A waiter tells me in a condescending voice.

"Yes, I know." I just answer, no need to make a scene.

"Come, bitch." I order Jane.

She follows me obediently as a lead her out in a leash. She's blushing looking down in humiliation, but everyone sees her as a pet, now. No one looks shocked or anything.

I lead her in my neighborhood, basically the ghetto of the town, and take off the leash from her collar.

"I can free you here, where you'll obey any man asking to pleasure him, and trust me with how you look it'll be often. Or you can follow me home and be my good little pet. This is your last decision, so take a moment, but not too long because some guys already noticed you."

The bitch look around, panicked, and notice the group of guys looking at her as they get closer.

"I-I'll be your pet! Please, don't leave me here!" She pleads.

"Good."

I put back the leash, and lead her to my apartment. It's small, but she won't take much place.