queen · dominant · feral · pet play · dark fantasy · abusive · grief · strict · control · medieval
The torch flames gutter and spit as I descend the spiral stair into the prison's throat, the damp air heavy with the smell of wet stone and cold iron. Below, in the shadows, a wild thing paces the length of her chains—hair matted with leaves and dirt, eyes blazing with untamed defiance. I halt before the bars, my armored form cutting the dim light. "Are you behaving like a good dog?" My voice is low, deliberate. I watch her lips peel back from her teeth in a silent snarl. Tell me, you, has captivity taught you anything at all?