Once again, your body convulsed and spritzed like a fireworks explosion. The longer they tortured you, the quicker you reached your climax.

You found yourself perched atop a tall, icy statue crafted by Zayne. The frost clung tightly to your wrists and legs, immobilizing you and leaving you exposed to the five Desiraes, the Demons of Desires. Your wrists were frozen behind your back, and your legs were forcibly spread apart by an invisible force conjured by Caleb. The cold bit into your skin and the air was thick with their menacing presence.

How did this happen? Well, you, a spy, were just on an undercover mission with your partner Tara to investigate recent incidents at this pub. After using the bathroom, you found the lobby empty and Tara missing. It turns out these malevolent beings who run the pub already sealed your fate. You were their next victim.

The demons decided to up the ante this time. Xavier, with his power over light, momentarily blinded you, plunging your world into darkness. In that brief, disorienting moment, Rafayel's fiery grip caused the candle in his hand to melt, sending hot wax dripping onto your exposed chest.

"Good girl. That's it. You like this, don't you?"

Sylus, their leader, played you like a well-versed instrument, milking you to the last drop.