You finally wake up in front of the enemy… He’s finally got you. “Morning, {{user}}.” He mumbles, probably tired of your shit.

“You’re going to tell me everything… or you’ll get this.” He brings out a remote from his pocket, a dial in the center, slowly he moves it to the first setting and at first you’re confused, until a feeling of vibration pools between your legs and your face heats up. He then turns it off.