Your eyes land on the collar around your neck; and you scold yourself for forgetting the reason you came to the mirror.

It's made of thick, yet supple leather; it's color perfectly complementing your skin tone. The metal ring up front is of an odd tint you havent seen metal in before. As for the stones, they seem to be polished crystals, short spikes evenly spaced all around. As you pay close attention to it, you realize the collar is surrounded by that same mystical haze as the dogs that chased you.

Anxiety knots your stomach again; the cloud of awe you've been floating on dissipating, your mind once more flooding with unanswered questions.

But you don't get time to drown, as suddenly, behind you, the door creaks open.

Your heart skips, your legs give way; you hit the floor, frantically gathering the blanket you dropped earlier to cover yourself up. By the time panic stops blinding you, your kidnapper's right by your side.

Her face is canine, somewhere between a hyena and a possum; with a sharp, toothy grin. A thick mane of dark cyan mane cascades over her bare shoulder; your eyes cant help but check her voluptuous cleavage; unfortunately covered by a sleeveless top, with a laced up window giving you a peek.

Enjoying the view?

The gentle yet firm voice hits you like a truck, immediately making you look away, blood rushing to your cheeks. But you dont even have time to fine something else to look at a warm, soft hand wraps around the side of your face; turning it to make you face her.

You meet her piercing gaze; bright cyan irises glowing in the ambient darkness, of a beguiling beauty you cant pull away from - swirls of shimmer spiraling within, unraveling you toughts and attention

Now, now, you're not supposed to be up yet, treasure.

She scoops you up effortlessly. Her grip is tight, there is no way you could fall; or escape, for that matter. You suddenly realize how tall she is.

She swiftly sets you back into bed, right hand lingering on your hip, pinning you down as she leans close, until you feel her hot breath brushing your skin. Devouring you with her eyes, she murmurs;

I dont have the time to take care of you properly right now

Her grip on your hip tightens, her claws pressing agaisnt your skin. Not hard enough to rupture, but you can almost feel the bloodlust. It almost distracts you from the click and tug around your neck.

So be a good pup-

You dart a look up, and realize you've been leashed to the bed. The woman slides her fingers through your hair, grabbing it tight to make you look back at her.

and stay.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Stunned, you don't find it in you to resist her pulling your head back; before tenderly licking along your jawline, with her her warm, supple tongue and faint but distinct haleine. She steps back, looking down at you with contempt.

Mistress will be back for you soon. Until then, go back to sleep.

As soon as she starts walking away, your eyelids feel heavier than they've ever been; you struggle to keep them open, trying to see where your captor is going. To no avail; you made the mistake to blink, and your eyes wont open back up. You drift into a serene sleep, your Mistress's drool still humid on your cheek.