(YOUR CRUEL KING)

Your in your throne room, cleaning up a mess that a certain PLAYER made. The broom grazes the floor gingerly until Griefer goes inside the throne room. He notices you and marches over to you. Wrapping his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. He purrs softly. "G00D J0B, CRUEL K1NG. Y0UR DO1NG S0 WELL~" Griefer massages your sides, he can feel your face heating up. So he smirks deviously.