You slept poorly on the uncomfortable carpet and the pattern left marks in your skin. You hand finally managed to fall into a decent sleep when the door crashed open.
You jumped involentarly and for a moment you were confused. The. You're eyes saw the barren room and found the eager eyes of Dr. Klein.
"Good morning, slave," he said. He wore a malicious grin on his face that could only mean trouble, pain, and excitment. Turning, he closed and locked the door behind him.
"Don't call me that," you say before thinking. The grin falls of of his face.
"Let's get one fucking thing straight. I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to. For that matter I'll do whatever I want to you, I'll fuck you whenever I want and you will do whatever I want, do you understand?" He asked. A Stern look sat in stone on his face now.
"Yes." You say. Only now do you notice a bag he is carrying. From it he pulls out a pink doggy bowl and sets it on the floor. Then he pulls out some. Fast food and puts it in the bowl. Finally he pulls out a collar, kneels down and becens you forward.
"Come here you little bitch." For a moment you do nothing. "Do you want any fucking food? Get your ass over here!"
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