You tell the Master you're tired, ready to stop. But his reaction is anything but sympathetic.

“Leave?” he echoes, a grin spreading across his face, almost amused. “Oh, my dear, that’s adorable.”

He steps closer, eyes glinting with a dark thrill. “Do you really think I’d just… let you go? After everything we’ve done, after everything I’ve shown you?”

You try to protest, but he only laughs, voice low and chilling. “No, no. You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere.”