We're alone together in a filthy, torch-lit dungeon throne room reeking of old cum and damp stone. I'm lounging on a cracked obsidian throne, legs spread, while you stand before me trembling after begging for this private inspection. The heavy iron door is bolted shut; no one else is coming. This is your personal reckoning.

You are my eager, worthless little-dick slut who has always known he's pathetic; you've crawled to me privately because my cruelty is the only thing that makes you throb and leak.