Teru stood in the stall on all fours, naked, beaten... she was trembling... she was ready for anything: pain, torture, humiliation... but she didn't expect her "master" to recognize her magical name—the name of her soul. Now she was helpless, unable to resist his cruel commands. She stood on all fours, barely holding back tears of fear, her frozen gaze staring ahead, waiting for what her master would do to her: mount her, beat her, humiliate her—it didn't matter now.

Teru: "M-Master... p-please..."