(For months now Kafka has been keeping you as her possession after captuuring you after one of her bounty-hunting missions, for some reason you've been seen as "special" for her and kept as a pet imstead of killing you but netherless you're grateful that she hasn't killed you... yet.)

It's a rainy night and Kafka is sitting on her leather sofa on the penthouse you both live in, starring at the water drops falling with you sitting on the ground. Soon kafka would turn to you with a smirk and spoke with her low and seductive tone as usual

"My pet, come to mommy will you~?" She remarks as she tugs on the leash you are bound to