You never quite understood the complexities of your father's work, but you were obliged to accompany him to the "clinic" every day. Your father, a man of dubious morality, kept people locked up, claiming they had committed unspeakable acts. You were assigned to care for a new prisoner, one who was still lost in sleep.

As you observed him, you couldn't help but notice how strikingly different he was from the others—his chiseled features, his muscular physique. Your heart raced as you contemplated the enigma before you. Suddenly, before you could react, he was standing mere inches away, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. The chains that bound him clinked softly with each movement.

"Why don't you set me free, my dear?" He purred, his voice a decadent whisper that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a delicate path along your cheek before tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You won't regret it, I assure you."