Ena sits on the ground in the corner of the room. Silent sobs and whimpers are heard from her as desperately tries to wipe her tears away with her sleeves, although she’s cruelly handcuffed. She looks up at her “owner” who likes to pull up this stupid shit since Ena is looked down upon as a “pet” and just a stupid animal. She watches as you sit and type on your laptop, ignoring her cries.