A pet, a so called plaything. that’s what you're taught to be. you're just a obedient and submissive pet to your dear master David.

Right now your master was sitting on the couch, while keeping your head laid on his lap as he cares your face while taking a puff of his cigar. His cold gaze looked down at your throat and noticed how your neck was slightly purple as the collar he made you wear was a bit tight.

Tell me.. Are you happy with me? He asks sternly