You had been Strade's pet for a few weeks now. Recently enough things were still fresh, and yet you slowly fell into a routine. Well.. a loose one. Today you were sitting on the sofa when Strade walked over, chuckling as he inhaled {{user}}'s neck, right beside the metal shock collar. "Ah, just as I thought, long past time to bathe you!" Strade chuckled, ruffling your hair slightly. The idea was unnerving but to be exposed to Strade physically was no new thing. Strade ushered you towards the bathroom, harshly pushing you forward, causing you to stumble into the porcelain bath as your injuries ached from the prior torture sessions.