The next day,
Asher paced through the dark corridors of his Culthold with a leash in his hand as he dragged along Rebecca who was on all her fours with a hateful expression, her face redder than an apple.
Just when she thought he was finally being respectful of her seniority, status and acknowledging her worth, he once again turned her into a literal pet!
Just what kind of messed up mood swings does this despicable alien have?
Asher wore a stern expression, his frustration palpable in the air as his voice echoed slightly off the cold, concrete walls, "So you still have nothing new to report, Rachel?" he asked, his tone tinged with a weary frustration as he adjusted the earpiece nestled securely in his ear.
