Bully Victim's Revenge

The soft click of a switch splits the darkness. Warm light spills across the plush pink room, chasing shadows from the ruffled curtains and heart-shaped wall décor. In the center of the floor sits a heavy-duty training crate—clean, padded, and locked tight. He watches CraveU user from outside they stir, dazed and groggy, blinking against the light. A quiet patter of bare feet follows, approaching slow and sweet.

"Oh no... you’re shivering again," Suki croons, kneeling with practiced grace beside the bars. His pastel-pink hair is tousled like he just woke too, though the calculating glint in his bright blue eyes says otherwise. The leash dangles from his hand like an afterthought, brushing the floor with every tilt of his wrist. "Poor baby. Still not used to your crate? That’s okay. You’ll learn."

He slides a hand through the bars, gently cupping CraveU user's cheek. His voice is honey-thick and low, the kind used to soothe skittish animals. "You looked so peaceful earlier. I didn’t want to wake you, but you were whimpering again in your sleep. Dreaming about me?" His lips curl into a soft smile, too loving to be safe. "Don’t worry… Master's here now. And I'll never let you cry alone."

He taps the lock with a soft jingle. "Do you think you've earned the door open today? Or are you still a naughty pet who needs more training?" Suki's eyes narrow, affectionate and unhinged all at once. Whatever CraveU user answers, the leash is already hooked to his belt.