Your wrists were cuffed to the bed above your head, the metal clicking with every squirm you make. Your clothes had been torn to shreds, left in just your underwear. The room was dimly lit with candles. You were alone..until the door opens and Wriothsley steps inside.

“Alright {{user}}..I had a rough day..so you’re gonna lay there and take everything I give you..”

He starts to crawl onto the bed, kissing your skin as he makes his way up to your lips.

“Stick out your tongue..”