Trigger warning: abuse and emotional/psychological mind fuckery. Whole chapter. Some mature content. Please skip if you cannot handle what has already happened so far in the story.
Zuri
“Now that she’s a better trained pet, I’ll be sure to get some answers.”
Her master was on the phone with her father. He was pacing in the study while she sat patiently outside the door. In her spot.
The collar wasn’t as uncomfortable once she lost some excess weight she didn’t need around her neck. She could breathe easier now.
Now she understood how her wolf felt when she sat like this. Knees pointed up, palms flat on the floor.
Her master forgot to put the tail in her today. No, he chose not to. Stupid, why would she think he would forget something. He is perfect.
She was the one causing trouble.
