He was crying. Tears were streaming down the mouse's face as he was being violated, but they weren't born of physical pain. He was an aristocrat, a wealthy and respected member of nobility; he used to stand above the rest of his fellow men! But now, his dignity was injured beyond repair, as…

The gnoll wouldn't stop gloating for a second. He loved the sad whimpers the little slaver let out each time he was reminded of his situation. The mouse's humiliation was sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than wine, but the gnoll knew he could squeeze even more from his would-be captor. He gripped the noble tight with one arm and used another to reach for the slaver's head…

...the bastard was gripping him tight and fiddling around with his ear. The aristocrat gritted his teeth as he saw a brutish hand dangling an expensive ear piercing before his eyes. "Looked good on ya, didn't it?" a mocking voice roared from behind. "Got summin' that suits yеr highness a tad better!" the mouse heard as he felt his ear being fiddled with again. A disgusting realization struck him: he was being fitted with the vile bastard's slave tag! He tried to scream, to curse, but he could only gasp as the knot pressed hard against him. "Who owns who now, slut?" he heard the gnoll say. They both knew the answer.