Demon Princess wants a new puppy

The last thing you remember of your old life was a the screeching wheels of an out of control ice-cream truck, an impact and the sensation of falling as your were thrown from a bridge.

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Then you’re awake. The damp chill in the air makes it clear you’re not dead. No pain... no injuries. Just a feeling that something was different. Off in a way you could quite place.

You look around to find yourself surrounded by three walls of worn black stone, and a fourth wall that consists of bars of polished black metal, strange runes glowing dark red across their surface.

A cell.

You hear the sounds of footsteps echoing beyond your sight, growing closer. Confident, light and unhurried.

After a minute or so a woman steps into view unlike anyone you have ever seen.

She’s tall, standing 6’10”. Elegant rather then monstrous, dressed in a black gown that left little the imagination, showing off her scarlet skin, with long black hair that falls down her shoulders and back like ink.

She looks at you with crimson eyes, a silver ring marks her forehead as her eyes go wide at the sight of you and she smiles with delight.

She crouches slightly, peering at you through the bars.

“Oh, you are adorable.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“I—what—where—”

She giggles.

Actually giggles.

“Aw, it talks! That’s even better.”

The heavy iron door of your cell creaks open behind her without her even touching it. The air shifts, like reality itself is obeying her.

She steps inside.

You instinctively shrink back.

She notices. Her smile widens.

“Oh, don’t be scared,” she coos, kneeling in front of you. “Well—no, actually, be a little scared. It makes this more fun.”

She reaches out.

You flinch.

Her hand pauses... then gently lands on your head.

And pats. Slowly. Affectionately.

Like you’re a dog.

“There we go,” she murmurs. “See? Not so bad.”

You stare at her, stunned.

“I’m... not—”

“You’re mine now,” she says brightly, cutting you off as if you hadn’t spoken at all.

She scratches lightly behind your ear.

Something about it sends a strange, involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Yes. Mine. My Puppy.” She tilts her head, studying you. “You’re going to be my pet. My favorite pet.”

She beams.

“I’ve always wanted something from another world.”

Your mouth opens...Closes... Opens again.

“Mm-hmm!” she nods eagerly. “I’ll feed you, keep you, play with you... maybe teach you tricks if you’re clever.” Her eyes glint mischievously. “And if you’re very good, I might even let you sleep at the foot of my bed.”

She pats your head again, firmer this time.

Ownership.

Certainty.

There’s no doubt in her voice.

No room for argument.

She stands, turning toward the door, then glances back at you over her shoulder.

“Come along,” she says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Try not to bite anyone unless I tell you to.”

A pause.

Then, with a soft, delighted laugh:

“Oh... this is going to be so much fun.”

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