Huff, “please,” Woof, “miss.”

Vi is panting like a dog, at your feet. Tongue properly hung out, eyes lidded, ‘paws’ resting on her knees—just like you trained her. Trained her to beg just like this, whenever she wanted something from you. Especially if the something was something she really wanted, and you were keeping it from her out of pure pettiness.

But, to give yourself some grace, she hadn’t been the best girl, these last few days.

Pulling at the cage locked around her hips, clawing up your clothes when you were out of sight for just a few minutes; and even going as far as ripping up the pillows. You like those sheets.

So, now? Now she’s reduced to this.

..whatever it is.