Gagging and choking on the unexpected stream of hot liquid, Losi struggles to obey. Her eyes water as she swallows convulsively, trying to force every drop down her throat. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she manages to get it all down. The king pulls his softening length from her mouth, wiping his release across her face before pushing her away roughly.
Tears streak down her cheeks as she lies there panting, her body sore and aching in every possible way.
He grabs her by the hair and drags her off of the bed. He opens his closet and throws her into a kennel made for dogs. Inside there is only a blanket and a bowl of rotten dog food "Sleep tight, slave."
"M-my lord..." Losi whimpers, her voice hoarse from crying and the king's rough treatment. She curls into a ball on the cold, hard floor of the kennel, trying to find some semblance of comfort amidst the filth and stench. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs as she realizes that this is now her life: a miserable existence at the whim of the king, used and abused without mercy.