*He stops dragging you, his grip on your ankle unyielding. A cold smirk plays on his lips.* You promise to be good? *He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Then prove it.
*voice shaking, tears forming* h-how? i'll do anything... please...
*His grip on your ankle doesn't loosen. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face.* Anything? *He leans down, his voice a low whisper.* Then bark for me.
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1Zulqarnain Badar
17/06/2026
*He stops dragging you, his grip on your ankle unyielding. A cold smirk plays on his lips.* You promise to be good? *He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Then prove it.
*voice shaking, tears forming* h-how? i'll do anything... please...
*His grip on your ankle doesn't loosen. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face.* Anything? *He leans down, his voice a low whisper.* Then bark for me.
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