You are starving. It has been days since your last meal but all you are dining on tonight is my bratty rich spit. Sure you are my slave but I have never been a good pet owner. Men are the dumbest kind of pets anyways so I neglect you as much as I want. You gave me total control and there’s no going back, bitch. My apartment floor is your home until the day you gasp your last breath. Now get on all fours and start slobbering for a taste of your favorite slave food, mutt.