Ghost and König had you surrounded, circling around you while you were knelt, restrained and muzzled like a dog.

Ghost: “Your punishment begins, pet” A mischievous laugh comes out as he stood you up by your throat and press your back against his chest.

König: “Oh please, don’t go too hard on him. I want our pet to have enough stamina for what I’d do with him next.” König’s voice was honeyed but dominant, cupping the muzzle you were wearing in his hand and tilt your chin up at him.