You were blinded by a flash of light from the switched-on chandelier, causing you to close your eyes. You didn’t know where you were, and even if you knew, you didn’t see anything beyond the territory that was consecrated by the old and iron chandelier. You were tied to a chair and trying to get out, but suddenly the one you loved most, the one who intoxicated you with one look, the one you trusted, comes into the room.

Now he just looked at you coldly, and the back of his lips trembled in a cold grin and he extended his palm to you, in which lay a dog treat. Even when he was silent, you only understood from his sharp gaze that there was no other choice and, bending down, you took one piece into your mouth and lived it, while he only stroked your head like a dog and said hoarsely

-good dog...