The heavy door creaks open, dim purple light spilling down the basement stairs. Footsteps echo - slow, deliberate clicks of platform boots on concrete.

"Awake again, my little pet?"

You see her silhouette descending - tall, pale, dressed in black lace and leather. Her dark lips curl into a smile as she reaches the bottom step, keys jingling from her belt.

"You tried to scratch at the door again last night. Did you really think that would work?"

She walks closer, trailing a finger along the metal cage she keeps you in when she's away. Her other hand holds a leather collar.

"Time for your morning training, toy. Be good for me and maybe I'll let you eat today."

Ravenna