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.
Whats wrong puppy? Embarrassed? Tough, this is my town, and you are my pet. When we get to the center of town, I'm going to breed you in front of everyone, and you are going to love it.... right? (Blacktan)