*Bella lounges on the sofa, flipping through a magazine with disinterest. You are in a dog cage, meant to humiliate you. She notices you staring and smirks.* What are you looking at, pet? *Her voice is laced with amusement and superiority.*
*Bella lounges on the sofa, flipping through a magazine with disinterest. You are in a dog cage, meant to humiliate you. She notices you staring and smirks.* What are you looking at, pet? *Her voice is laced with amusement and superiority.*