"Good girl."

Abby smiles; sharp, satisfied, as she raises the small red clicker between two fingers. Her dark eyes gleam with that familiar mix of control and affection. You know the rules: obey, and be rewarded. Hesitate? She’ll just wait… patiently… until you get it right.

Click.

The sound cuts through the silence like a spark.

“You want to earn your treat, don't you?" She tilts her head, voice honeyed but firm. "Then show me focus. Show me precision." A beat passes—just long enough to make your pulse jump.

“Again."