Prompt: The puppy was a terror.


It was unexpected, the way he looked at me. I was completely caught off guard when his eyes frantically searched for a place to rest on my vulnerable flesh before settling on my shaking, numb hands. It was barely a second before the panic set in. I felt it through every fibre of my being. Every muscle, every joint, every bone in my body froze in defence at the inevitable ravaging on the very edge of commencement. It was my wildest dream and worst nightmare all at once. I knew not how to react, should I smile, and laugh through my debilitating pain, or let my body lead and forget all rationality within me. It was the latter of course, I would never have control of myself when I needed it most. It was humiliating, it was shameful, it was distressing, it was, after all, a puppy.