He steals from me.
It started in the gym. It ended in my home, locked inside a cage for dogs. My personal trainer looms, peering down with pride in his wide, crazed eyes. He’s stripped the place of valuables—pawned precious family heirlooms to buy drugs.
I’ve been locked in here for 2 weeks.
At first, I was angry…but now I get excited when he brings meals and gives me “treats”. I’m making him happy. I’m improving! Woof! Woof!
As the founder of a successful company, stress was crushing my soul. Here in my nice little box, I don’t feel scared or anxious anymore. Yip! Yip!
A new collar. A remote-controlled plug in my bum. It buzzes when he uses my credit card!
He’s running the business now. He’s dating my ex and charming my parents.
This cage…will he ever let me out?
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