The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.
The show feedings, where I have to do tricks for my food, are humiliating enough. But just because I'm in heat and they want to keep me "species-appropriate", they have me mated daily by a volunteer among the visitors.
