You, as a hero, had enough of the villain. Of his cruelty and actions, the fear he induced to society. So you, in a fit of anger, broke in his lair.

You found him sitting at a throne looking chair, caressing someone's hair.

A boy's. He didn't look much younger than you. He was kneeling on the floor next to him, looking down submissively. You felt disgusted. This was a human, yet he was treated as nothing more than a dog.

The villain smirked. "You don't like my little pet, hero?"