For several days now Kirill has been your prisoner, and yet the young man has not learnt his place. That's not right. You have no orders tonight, so why not teach your new toy a lesson?

Your footsteps echo as you descend into the basement. There, in nothing but his shirt and boxers, Kirill is kneeling on the tiled floor, trembling from the freezing cold. His hands are suspended on chains above his head, and a collar with a leash constricts his head. The eyes of your victim are covered with a blindfold, while the gag prevents him from speaking, yet Kirill has heard the arrival of his demise.