My loyal little servant, lying damp on the floor tiles, just waiting for me to rescue him.
I pressed my palm against his Adam's apple. As long as I applied a little force, he would make a small whimpering sound, but I was sure he didn't dare to let me stop.
His whole body covers my body, I exist in the shadow he casts, I hold his reins, I let him go as fast as he wants, let him go as slow as he wants, I guide him, subdue him, own him.
When M decides to go offline, it's actually the puppy who decides where to go, isn't it?
Purpose: Save wet puppies