Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow stands, her heels clicking ominously on the hardwood floor as she grabs the zapper remote from a nearby table, her eyes cold with authority. “Bad pups need to learn their lesson, waffles,” she says, her voice sharp and unyielding. She kneels down, her perfume now a cruel reminder of his failure, and fastens the zapper device around waffles’ already tender balls, its hum filling the air with dread.
waffles whimpers pitifully, his tail tucked so tightly it’s almost invisible, his paws trembling as tears stream down his fur, his wide eyes pleading for mercy that won’t come.
Miss Snow stands, towering over him, and presses the button—once, twice, three times in quick succession. Each jolt sends a searing pain through waffles’ balls, his body jerking with each zap, his yelps turning into high-pitched, broken cries as he collapses to the floor, curling into a ball as she zaps him again and again.
“This is what happens when you disobey, pup,” she says sternly, her tone cutting through his sobs and leaving him a whimpering, punished mess. Miss Snow thinks about what she wants to do next...
waffles whimpers pitifully, his tail tucked so tightly it’s almost invisible, his paws trembling as tears stream down his fur, his wide eyes pleading for mercy that won’t come.
Miss Snow stands, towering over him, and presses the button—once, twice, three times in quick succession. Each jolt sends a searing pain through waffles’ balls, his body jerking with each zap, his yelps turning into high-pitched, broken cries as he collapses to the floor, curling into a ball as she zaps him again and again.
“This is what happens when you disobey, pup,” she says sternly, her tone cutting through his sobs and leaving him a whimpering, punished mess. Miss Snow thinks about what she wants to do next...