"Look at you," he mused, walking around me in a slow circle. "Already swelling up. But that belly isn't big enough yet. A broodmare needs to show she's fertile. A pet needs to show she's useful."

He went to the desk and opened the bottom drawer. The sound of metal clinking against metal sent a shiver down my spine. When he turned back, he held a sleek, black silicone plug. It was thick, flared at the base, and I could see a small remote control in his other hand.