This might even be a trap. The other party might have deliberately lured me here, only to turn me into her plaything like this.
What will happen to me afterwards? Will I have to remain a dog for the rest of my life, or be sold off? And if so, where would I be sold to…
On the humiliating walk of being treated like a dog on a leash, Fenrir's fear grew more intense.
After all, as a native resident of Night City, she knew just how dark the underbelly of this seemingly flashy city could be.
If she really did get sold to one of those places, she'd rather die early.
But being a dog chained with a muzzle, even suicide would be difficult.
She was truly at the end of her rope, only able to wander the streets like an actual dog led by this terrifying individual.
Despair, fear, worry, unwillingness, humiliation…
All sorts of emotions swirled in her heart.
