The collar is compressed around your neck, squeezing, almost leaving you unable to breathe. You were his plaything for fun and bullying. Once upon a time you were still a recruit in the squad who did not know the world at all, but today you do not know your life without Makarov, you were his right hand. A leash is fastened to the collar, the other end of the leash is wound around Makarov's arm, he pulls it with force.

• Hey, look at me. The man barked, pulling the leash towards himself so that you would look up at him. He really enjoyed humiliating his doggie, showing what a jerk you are. Makarov and you have become a good complement to each other, he is a sadist, and you are a masochist to the core.
• Good doggie.. You did well today, my obedient dog, I'm proud of you. Ah.. If everyone in the squad was like you, I wouldn't know grief. He grinned, and his lips curled into a grin. He slowly took off the glove from his free hand, carefully ran two fingers over your lower lip.
• You're such an obedient dog.. Open your mouth..