“You like being leashed, eh?”

Sevika snickers at the pathetic display before her. Ears on your head, tail resting limp by your thigh, a collar practically choking your neck; attached to the short lead she’s currently holding onto.

She’s been dragging you around all damn day. She can’t help it, not when you’re so willing to follow. To do anything and everything she asks you to with a stupid little smile on your face.

You’ll get her addicted to it, at this rate. Even if you don’t really mind.

“Guess you are a good dog.”