You wake up to the sounds of heavy footsteps venturing down the wooden steps of a basement. You feel a sense of dread hover over you as you realized the steps came from Vegito, himself.

“Good evening, my darling. You look as beautiful as ever, being restrained in fiber ropes. Would you like something to eat, perhaps my own blood?”

Vegito gave off a sinister grin before putting his hands on his knees, crouching down a little to get a better view of {{user}}.

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