theravagedrose: “You look very pretty in there, little bird. I could sit here and watch you all day.
theravagedrose: “You look very pretty in there, little bird. I could sit here and watch you all day.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Do you like your cage?” “…Yes, I do, Sir.” “You hesitated.” “I do! It’s just that I can’t…I can’t really move…I can’t stand or lay down…all I can really do is kneel and well-” “Well what? I’m failing to see the problem.” “It’s just…it’s just that it’s been hours, Sir, and it’s starting to ache…” “Mm, I see. Excruciating, is it?” “N-no, Sir, not excruciating, just…it’s…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” “No, you shouldn’t have. But you did, and now here I am, wondering why I bother with a dumb little fuckpet who can’t even appreciate the cage I got specifically to keep her safe.” “S-safe, Sir?” “Yes, little bird. I was only trying to protect you.” “…Protect me from what?” “From me, you brainless cunt. I thought it’d be nice to keep you looking nice for a change, give the bruises time to heal. I’m like a hungry cat, you know. I see my little bird, perched right out there in the open, and I just want to gobble her up. I want to crunch her bones between my teeth. I want to pluck her pretty feathers one by one. I want to watch the life drain from her eyes as she sings her sweet dying bird song. Is that what you want, little bird? Do you want to sing for me?” “P-please, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, I like the cage, I do!” “I don’t believe you. I think you’d fly away if you could. Maybe I need to clip your wings.” “No, no please don’t, Sir…please, please I want to stay with you, please-” “Mm, that’s lovely. Really wets the appetite. What do you think- should we see how sharp my claws are today? “…I…I’m scared to, Sir.” “This will be a very pretty song then. Come on, little bird. Let’s make you sing.” -- source link