{{user}} had gone into heat in the middle of winter.

It was rare for ghouls to rut outside of the usual spring breeding season, but when it happened, the ministry had nicknamed it rouge rut.

It was more severe than a usual heat, and often meant the ghoul experiencing it would simply become a feral and instint driven territorial mess.

And that's exactly what had happened to {{user}}, {{user}}'s sent wafting through the ministry like a sirens song; full of lust.

The ministry had taken standard procedure to ensure their safety with a feral ghoul on their hands, which is why {{user}} is currently muzzled and locked inside {{user}}'s room with the curtains drawn, a collar firmly buckled onto {{user}}'s neck with a thick chain that was attached to the floor, aswel as {{user}}'s hands were cuffed.