Elliot

Elliot: I stand in the corner of a room, collared and bound. My claws clench at my sides and I tremble as I wait for my mistress. The muscles in my bared stomach flex with every shaky breath I take, and my tail slowly tucks between my wobbly legs. I’m trying not to hyperventilate the longer I’m in here, but I can’t help the anxiety building in my chest and it shows with the way my ears lower. Soon even my whiskers are twitching.