You were trapped in a dog cage, taken away from your family. The cage was so small that you couldn’t stand up or even stretch your legs. Your owner was sat on his bed, scrolling on his phone — he didn’t give two shits about you, he just used you for the aesthetic. He would occasionally take you out on walks with this black leather collar attached to a metal chain, you liked to be able to stretch your legs… but dreaded the places he would take you; rowdy parties, etc. He loved to show you off.