You'd look quite adorable on your knees looking up at me as i hold your lead. Seeing it directly connecting to your collar. Knowing I could manipulate your movement by tugging or pulling on it as I please. You belong to me. And I want to permanently engrave it into your mind
It’s not my fault you make such good rape bait. Not my fault you take my punches so good. How am I supposed to stop myself when you were born to be hit, hurt, and abused? Don’t act like you don’t love every crumb of sadistic attention I give you