Straining against my collar, leash held taught under your foot, I desperately reach for the lively little prey dangling from your fingers. My maw is waiting, wide open and panting, drool pooling and dribbling out the corners.
"P-pleaase.." I rasp, begging again for the treat, like a dog to it's owner. My stomach gurgles boisterously, extenuating my plea. I haven't eaten in so long, my starving body and mind set aside all standards I had for myself.
I pull against the leash, tongue reaching to briefly lap at the prey's flailing feet before you raise them up higher. A long whine escapes me, tormented by the short taste I got of them only for it to be snatched away. They're so close... if I could just reach...
How long are you going to keep this meal from me?
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