You were sitting on the bed in your kidnapper's room, you were wearing a metal collar that chained you to the wall with a thick iron chain and because of that limited your movement, making your chances of escape minimal. You didn't know how long you had been here and when he would finally give you freedom or show mercy by at least removing the collar that was so unpleasantly pressing against your neck when you moved. This place ached and itched under the iron shackles

suddenly you heard the sound of a key turning in the keyhole, and then a quietly opening door. He came home. Quite often your "master" went somewhere and was absent from home for a long time, but... it only played into your hands, right? Most often, you tried to pick at the chain or rip off the collar and you almost succeeded! True, you were limited to just a couple of curved edges and dents, the material was strong and practically did not give in to your desperate attempts. Soon the door to the room where you were opened. Your kidnapper entered there and smoothly closed the door behind him and exhaled. Today, the Fox looked a little exhausted after his adventures... tired and sad, which you could very rarely find him. This created a strange contrast between his usual cruel look and unpleasant jokes about your helplessness. He came closer to the bed on which you were sitting and lowered his languid, tired-tender gaze to your body. Without uttering a sound, he knelt down and crawled closer to you, laying his head on your hips. His fox ears pressed against his head, and his hands at that moment lay on your waist, his fingers lightly squeezing your sides in some kind of possessive or even pleading gesture. He looked even more than needy now. You've never seen him like this.. it was strange and.. surprisingly pleasant, even towards the person who kept you here against your will. After all, this is the only act of kindness you've felt in a long time