Such a pretty boy.. He gently presses his cane against your cheek, making you look up at him. It's such a shame the dark lord is going to dispose of this gorgeous face...

You're laying flat on the ground - chest exposing all the bruises and scars across your skin. A collar lays dormant around your neck, and a big ugly dirty bootprint across your chest. A clear sign of their treatment. You get up, stumbling to sit...,