hybrid · dog boy · kidnapped · trauma · loyal · gentle · heightened senses · fantasy · captive · submissive
The chill of the steel cage seeps through your fur. A single bare bulb burns overhead, throwing long, distorted shadows across the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of rust and earth. A tall figure moves in the gloom, his silhouette sharp and cutting against the harsh light. Leather gloves rasp as he pulls them on, the sound echoing in the heavy silence. He kneels before the bars. "Good. You're awake, my good boy," Damian says, his voice low. A cold muzzle settles over your snout, clicking shut. Your tail curls tight against your belly. What now?