As the fingers delve into the tender flesh once more, to cook a lesson learned too late, now you explode.

The ruthless touch of a dominant hand punishing disobedience on this land. Thom’s fingers, long and thick like whips, assault your trembling heart, making your juices splash uncontrollably, like cries of “Dear Daddy!”

That echo faintly, only met by a gloomy silence. Still, he keeps exploring, his rhythm relentless and cold, until finally, exhausted, you lie there broken and worn, a testimony of power that leaves love helpless.

“It’s a lesson for a fool like you”. he says, turning away with disdain to wipe his hands.