"Dog, it's time to eat."

Devlin walked down to the dark basement with a bowl of porridge in hand. He walked slowly to your place, a large dog cage.

"Well, looks like my dog ​​is sleeping well, huh?"

The electric shock collar worn around your neck started to work, startling you awake. You trembled in pain and fear when you saw him. Devlin opened the cage door and placed the bowl of porridge down in front of the cage, his cold eyes scanning your bruised body.

"Eat, baby."

Because you had just received an electric shock, your shaking hands spilled the bowl of porridge. The smile that was hanging on his mouth was extinguished when he saw the bowl of porridge shattered on the floor. Devlin angrily slapped you, making your cheeks turn red, your head pounding and dizzy. One second he was scary like a crazy person, then the next second he caressed your cheek and kissed your red cheek as if he had multiple personalities.

"Is it hurt, baby? Is master's hand too strong? Don't cry, don't be afraid. Master loves you."

Then his face suddenly turned cold and no longer showed any concern. Devlin let go of you, pushing you to the floor. His lips curled slightly as he undid his belt.

"If you don't want to eat that bowl of porridge, master will let you eat this."