She closed the door behind her and met his eyes. He was watching her like always, sitting on the edge of the bed. She could see the wheels were turning inside his head, and even though she had broken him more than his brother next door, he still wasn't ready to give up the fight entirely.
"Are you gonna be a good boy today, little chihuahua?" She asked.
He lifted his upper lip and bared his teeth. It always made her smile when he did that, showing how fierce a dog he tried to be, and her smile only seemed to anger him more. He didn't launch at her like the lunatic next door but he still moved towards her, ready to bite, ready to strike. She lifted up the belt in her hands and hit him once hard. He whimpered in pain and took a step backwards while cowering.
"I'm sorry," he cried.
"Bad boy!" She sneered.
Seth Rollins. The man who had spent the entire first week stating that she would never break him or make him get down on her level and yet there he was, cowering in front of her from just one hit. She hadn't used the taser on him in two weeks and by the way things were going, the belt soon wouldn't been necessary either.
She kicked the chair towards him that she had carried with her when she entered. She knew better than to leave it in there, giving him any form of weapon to use against her. He had his bed and his toilet bucket but that was it.
He didn't even look up at her as the chair slid across the floor towards him. He knew what do to. He pulled down his boxers, left them on the floor and turned the chair so it's back was against her. He sat down on it and put his hands behind it. She walked over and chained his hands behind the chair before walking around and into his view again.
"Good boy. Momma's good little chihuahua," she said and placed her hand under his chin.
In this room Seth Rollins no longer existed. In this room her dog, her little chuhuahua existed. It was his cage, his home, the place he was supposed to be. There was no longer a man in here. He was slowly starting to accept he wasn't a human anymore.
A small whimper escaped his throat, actually making him sound like a little dog being punished, and she loved hearing that. She moved forward and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back with force, making him whimper again.
"Who's a good boy?" She asked.
"I am," he answered defeated.
She grinned as she lifted up her dress and slid down on his dick. Indeed he was a good boy and good boys got treats. With her hand still in his hair, mostly to keep his head far enough away in case he was gonna bite which he had done before, she rode him like crazy, making him cum so fast. Normally she would try and drag it out but today he deserved the treat of getting it over with fast.
"Such a good boy," she cooed and placed a kiss on his cheek.
She moved away from him and let go off his hair and he instantly hung his head low in defeat, his chin almost touching his chest, as she moved around to unchain him again. Without a word he got up from the chair and moved over to sit on the bed again. His eyes never left the floor as she walked out of the room, closed the door and locked it.