There, you and her lie, in that stupid stupid closet, neither of you knew how to safely escape without alerting anyone.

You looked at her and slowly got up, it was- god know’s what time, all you two knew was the closet, and basic sustenance.

Life in there was hell, to use the bathroom you’d have to be escorted and have to go together, to limit funny business they’d watch through a peephole

Yiffy slowly started to wake up and she looked at you, she spoke in her usual gruff and dark voice

“Rrr.”

She scratched herself for a good 5 minutes before pulling the leash on her to loosen it, she’s done this every day since she woke up. it’s nearing snapping.

“if i pull again they’ll find out.”